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Right when I’m about to leave my room, Olivia’s voice clearly pleads, “Aaron, please don’t.” The pure desperation and heartache in her voice stops me. I turn to look at her, but she’s still asleep, though she rolls over, her face upset. A couple moments pass and nothing else happens.
All I can wonder as I fix a makeshift bed before trying to fall asleep is who Aaron might be, if he’s a real person, and why she’s dreaming about him, begging him to “please don’t.”
TEN SECONDS AFTER I wake up and stretch, I shuffle my feet as I head towards the bathroom. I push the door open, odd that it’s closed, and my eyes land on the perfectly good reason why it was.
Olivia.
Shit.
She’s in here because she stayed over last night.
Damn.
She just got out of the shower.
A towel is wrapped around her, her hands holding tightly to keep it from falling. I watch as a drop of water falls from the tips of her hair, lands on her shoulder, and glides down towards her breasts, merging with other droplets on its way.
“Corey!” Olivia exclaims, slightly irritated, like she may have said it once already.
I snap out of my daze and blink. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were in here.” My eyes travel over her again, and I catch sight of her clean clothes on the rug, a sheer pair of panties right on top.
“It’s okay.” She waves her hand in front of my face, her towel falling a bit with her loosened grip. “You can leave now.”
Her tone makes me chuckle. “Are you sure? I could help dry you off.”
Olivia’s eyes widen and her lips part. She wasn’t expecting that. Hell, neither was I. “Corey Kennedy, get out of your bathroom!” She steps forward and starts pushing me, making me laugh as she slams the door. “I really hope that wasn’t one of your best pickup lines, because it sucked!” she hollers from the other side.
“Well, it’s not like I could say I could help you get dressed. I wanted to keep you naked.” I’m in deep shit now.
“You sure know how to talk dirty to me. It’s so working,” she deadpans.
I laugh, leaning against the wall while I wait my turn. “This is not dirty talk, Olivia.”
“Thank God, because if it is, you won’t ever get laid no matter how hot you are.”
“I’m hot? I wouldn’t call you hot, though you are. I’d call you beautiful because it fits better.”
The door opens, revealing a fully dressed Olivia. Her clothes and towel are in her hands. “Well then, beautiful,” she smirks. “The bathroom is all yours.” She walks away without giving me a chance to say anything back.
When I return to the living room, she’s lying on the couch, my blankets up to her chin, watching TV.
“They should have it fixed by noon. They aren’t even here yet,” she complains.
“I’ll fix breakfast then.”
“Sure? I—”
“I can do it.” I wave her off and go to the kitchen. Minutes later, I return. “Sit up. Here’s breakfast.”
She laughs when she sees the two bowls of cereal. Once she takes hers, I sit down next to her. “Good thing I like this kind,” she giggles. “Thanks for everything,” she adds, more seriously.
“Welcome.”
Despite our joking earlier, I’m kind of ready for her to leave. Not because I don’t want her here or because she’s overstayed her welcome, but because I want the apartment to myself. Sometimes, I want to be alone and not to have to be around anyone else. That’s all there is to it. With Olivia here, I feel torn, pulled in two different directions.
I like having her around, but I don’t want her here.
She’s beautiful. I want to kiss her, but I don’t want to touch her either. I don’t want her to touch me, but I like that she’ll take my hand sometimes.
