Olivia's POV
The silence after Kennedy left was deafening.
I sat there, wrapped in my towel, dripping water onto the lounge chair, acutely aware of Maxwell's presence. The night air suddenly felt cooler against my wet skin, or maybe that was just the mortification setting in.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
"You watched me nearly drown and did nothing?" The words came out sharper than I intended. "Are you that heartless?"
Maxwell's smile was infuriatingly calm. "So Kennedy was right then? You did that for attention?"
"No!" I sat up straighter, pulling the towel tighter around myself. "I wasn't faking anything. I'd been swimming for a while and suddenly got weak underwater. My stamina gave out."
He studied me for a long moment, his eyes moving over my face like he was reading a book written in a language only he understood. "Right. Stamina."
"It happens!"
"In three feet of water."
"The depth is irrelevant!"
