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He gave me a suspicious look, though. The SOB knew me too well. “Uh-huh.Really fishy. Stinkin’, rotten fishy fish, I say.”
“Fuck off, dude! Just back the fuck off,” I grunted out. He knew better than to push this stupid subject after that. This was closed for discussion. It was between Olivia and me. No one else.
The party lasted another hour and I had to basically kick everyone out even then. I didn’t want Olivia waiting, and I hoped to God that she was fast asleep. What really got me going, however, was how excited I was to go to my first sleepover.
I had never thought sleeping next to someone was exciting, but this was Olivia we were talking about. Anything about her got me excited. I was a sad excuse for a sprung puppy, yet fuck, I was fucking sprung. Pussy whipped like never before.
Taking my time, I went inside my place and showered before joining her in the main house. My usual quick showers lasted longer. I wasn’t jacking-off or anything—not like the thought hadn’t crossed my mind—I was more…nervous?
Given the excitement still humming in my blood, I was afraid that I was going to mess this up, and I badly wanted everything to go well. I guess my thoughts dwelled on the things I shouldn’t do tonight. I mean, come the fuck on, we would be sharing a bed. A thousand things could go wrong from that alone.
Wearing only light sweatpants and a white shirt, I left my place and anxiously made my way towards the other house. Quietly, I let myself in the double doors and sighed at the sound of stillness that greeted me inside. Was she sleeping? I guess I would know very soon.
Our parents were arriving tomorrow afternoon; guess we’d worry about that later on; if things worked out between us.
Climbing up the steps, I had to tell myself to calm the fuck down because I was way too fucking nervous. If I went inside her bedroom like this, she might think I was on something. And fuck no, I wasn’t high. Though it had been passed around earlier at the party, I hadn’t touched that shit. Not tonight. I needed my senses on full alert. I needed to remember everything.
Staring at her door handle, it took me a good thirty second pause before I finally opened that damn thing. If Jet could’ve seen me, how I stared at that thing, he probably would’ve thought I had started meditating or something. The idea actually made me smirk as I stepped into her comfort zone, which was dark with no light on.
“Grey?Is that you?” she whispered in the dark.
Her sleepy voice made me smile. She was waiting for me. I liked that. In fact, I liked it very much.
“It’s me,” I murmured, going over to her bed. I knew my way around so it didn’t take me that long to join her.
I almost let out a moan when I felt her body sag against mine, spooning into me and fitting my body like a glove. She felt so delicate, so precious, and for some odd reason, I just wanted to protect her, hold her for as long as I could.
“Goodnight, sweet Olivia.” I kissed her behind her neck, wanting to sleep with her forever.
“Thanks for coming…” she dozily murmured, the words trailing off.
Sleepy head. “Always.” Baby, count me for always.
I listened to her sleep, taking everything in with enthusiasm. Everything was so new to me; cuddling wasn’t my thing—well, the women cuddled me, not the other way around—and it felt good to hold someone and listen to them dream away.
Here’s hoping that she was thinking about me and not him. Well, fuck that Aussie guy. She was here now, with me, and nothing else fucking mattered.
“You are definitelyhere with me,” I whispered against her skin before closing my eyes, drowning in her warmth.
CHAPTER17
Liv
“Is it true?That you kissed Greyson Edwards yesterday right after I told you that he was my boyfriend?” I questioned one of my third grade best friends, Edith.
Rumors were spreading around and I wanted to make sure they were right before I started accusing her.
“I liked him first, Olivia.” Edith glared at me, folding her arms across her chest, pissed off. “He was my crush and you took him from me.”
What was she talking about? All three of us did, even Josie.
“But he likes me. He told me so himself!”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now. He’s mine,” she said it like he was some piece of property or something. “If you try to take him away, I’m going to spread rumors about your parents and how they sleep in separate rooms!” she threatened.
The moment she mentioned my parents, I knew I had lost the argument. Edith was my friend, but for a boy—a boy we all liked—she became my enemy. So I promised that I would never, under any circumstances, break my promise to her.
Even though I broke it off with Greyson through a short letter, throughout middle school he tried to catch my attention and tried to apologize hundreds of times, but each and every time, I got reminded of their betrayal as well as that threat Edith made about my parents. She knew my family, so who knew what else she had up her sleeve?
