Olivia's POV
I was about going to bed when I got a whiff of a familiar smell. I instantly knew it was Louis.
I didn't need to check—I already knew he was right outside my door. His scent was too close, too intense.
Not wanting him to barge into my room, I sprang out of bed and headed for the door, deciding that whatever he had to say, he could say it from the hallway. But the moment I pulled the door open, I was met with a sight that made me hesitate.
Louis stood there, breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat, and his usually cool brown eyes now burned with something wild? Hunger? Desperation? I couldn't tell. Before I could even form a sentence, he shoved me gently but firmly back into the room, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. Then he pressed himself against the door.
I furrowed my brow, confused. "Louis, what—?"
But the moment I saw his eyes—those burning, untamed eyes—I knew something was wrong.
