Olivia's POV
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
What the hell was I thinking? Letting Lennox touch me?
With panting breath and anger-filled eyes, I stared at Lennox, who was staring back at me—only his gaze was blank.
Quickly, I covered myself with the blanket and looked him straight in the eyes. "We are going to pretend this never happened, Lennox," I said quickly. "I don't want anyone to know, especially your brothers," I warned, and Lennox frowned.
His jaw twitched, his eyes narrowing. "And who the fuck said I wanted them to know?" he snapped.
My frown deepened.
"I'm the one supposed to be telling you this! That is supposed to be my line," he said in anger, and my anger intensified.
"Get out," I ordered, pointing at the door.
But Lennox didn't move. Rather, he kept staring at me with panting breath like he was seconds away from reaching for me.