closed the door behind her. Without saying another word on the matter, I led Olivia to my place and unlocked the door.
Hearing the sounds of the door, Duke came barreling through the kitchen and plowed into Olivia’s legs, knocking her back against me.
Once we were inside with the door closed she knelt at Duke’s side and allowed him to happily welcome her before he turned around and walked back to his bed in the living room.
I walked to the couch and could almost feel her eyes burning into my back. I thought for sure she would ask about Lacy, but she surprised me when she instead asked if I was sure I was okay.
“I just woke up late for class and when I was in a hurry to leave, I collided with Lacy and knocked her groceries from her hands.” She looked down at her lap and twisted her ring around her finger. “You gonna ask me?”
Olivia lifted her head and her eyes connected with mine. “Ask you what?”
I could tell she was playing it cool. It was easy to see she didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend.
“Lacy,” I replied. “I know you want to ask about her.”
“It’s not my business.” She shrugged.
I disagreed; it was her business. Maybe not necessarily our past sexual encounters and the details of each event, but in order for her to feel safe about the present, the past would need to be discussed. If the roles were reversed, I knew I would want to know.
A tense silence set over us as I stared at the top of her head while she looked down, still focusing on her ring.
“Com’ere,” I said.
At first I wasn’t sure if she would come to me, but when she rose up on her knees before standing and walking in my direction, I felt the tightness in my chest let up.
She tried to sit next to me, but I captured her hips in my hands and pulled her onto my lap, one leg on each side of me.
Once she was seated, I gripped her hips and pulled her forward, bringing her as close as possible. “You’re wrong.” I said. This caused her to look directly at me and arch her brow.
That damn look of hers always threatened to make me laugh. That Sawyer stubbornness she talked of often ran through her heavy.
“And may I ask how I’m wrong?”
“Okay, feisty,” I said, tapping the end of her nose with my finger. “Slow down. I just meant that anything you want to know about me, you should feel free to ask. It is your business. If we’re together, then I want you to feel welcome to ask about my past relationships.”
“So you did have a relationship with Lacy?” And there it was.
I looked directly at her hoping the intensity in my stare made her understand what I was about to say was the full truth.
“For a very short time, yes,” I confessed. “But it was nothing like what you and I have. And in the end, we realized we’re much better as friends.”
She nodded her head, as if to accept my explanation. It only irritated me, because there was no way she could be fully satisfied with just that. Girls just didn’t work that way. And I knew if we didn’t get through this now, we would only be fighting about it later.
“There is nothing more than friendship between us now, Olivia. There hasn’t been for close to two years,” I assured her. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
I had a feeling she wasn’t being honest. I could feel the hesitation in her when I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine.
I would just have to prove to her she was the only girl I wanted.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
My phone rang in the distance but I didn’t want to move.
I was in one of my most favorite places. A spot I had grown to love over the last month. A place that no matter how miserable my day may have been, it always made me feel better.
Keeton’s arms.
We snuggled on the couch to watch a movie, my head resting on his chest, and I must have dozed off.
“Liv, your phone,” Keeton said as he
Hearing the sounds of the door, Duke came barreling through the kitchen and plowed into Olivia’s legs, knocking her back against me.
Once we were inside with the door closed she knelt at Duke’s side and allowed him to happily welcome her before he turned around and walked back to his bed in the living room.
I walked to the couch and could almost feel her eyes burning into my back. I thought for sure she would ask about Lacy, but she surprised me when she instead asked if I was sure I was okay.
“I just woke up late for class and when I was in a hurry to leave, I collided with Lacy and knocked her groceries from her hands.” She looked down at her lap and twisted her ring around her finger. “You gonna ask me?”
Olivia lifted her head and her eyes connected with mine. “Ask you what?”
I could tell she was playing it cool. It was easy to see she didn’t want to come off as the jealous girlfriend.
“Lacy,” I replied. “I know you want to ask about her.”
“It’s not my business.” She shrugged.
I disagreed; it was her business. Maybe not necessarily our past sexual encounters and the details of each event, but in order for her to feel safe about the present, the past would need to be discussed. If the roles were reversed, I knew I would want to know.
A tense silence set over us as I stared at the top of her head while she looked down, still focusing on her ring.
“Com’ere,” I said.
At first I wasn’t sure if she would come to me, but when she rose up on her knees before standing and walking in my direction, I felt the tightness in my chest let up.
She tried to sit next to me, but I captured her hips in my hands and pulled her onto my lap, one leg on each side of me.
Once she was seated, I gripped her hips and pulled her forward, bringing her as close as possible. “You’re wrong.” I said. This caused her to look directly at me and arch her brow.
That damn look of hers always threatened to make me laugh. That Sawyer stubbornness she talked of often ran through her heavy.
“And may I ask how I’m wrong?”
“Okay, feisty,” I said, tapping the end of her nose with my finger. “Slow down. I just meant that anything you want to know about me, you should feel free to ask. It is your business. If we’re together, then I want you to feel welcome to ask about my past relationships.”
“So you did have a relationship with Lacy?” And there it was.
I looked directly at her hoping the intensity in my stare made her understand what I was about to say was the full truth.
“For a very short time, yes,” I confessed. “But it was nothing like what you and I have. And in the end, we realized we’re much better as friends.”
She nodded her head, as if to accept my explanation. It only irritated me, because there was no way she could be fully satisfied with just that. Girls just didn’t work that way. And I knew if we didn’t get through this now, we would only be fighting about it later.
“There is nothing more than friendship between us now, Olivia. There hasn’t been for close to two years,” I assured her. “You have nothing to worry about.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
I had a feeling she wasn’t being honest. I could feel the hesitation in her when I placed my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her lips to mine.
I would just have to prove to her she was the only girl I wanted.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
My phone rang in the distance but I didn’t want to move.
I was in one of my most favorite places. A spot I had grown to love over the last month. A place that no matter how miserable my day may have been, it always made me feel better.
Keeton’s arms.
We snuggled on the couch to watch a movie, my head resting on his chest, and I must have dozed off.
“Liv, your phone,” Keeton said as he
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