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“I love you, Olivia. Be strong, my beautiful girl. The world is your oyster, so don’t choose to be a clam. Go out there and enjoy being young. You have Liam that adores you, and I’m sure there are other men who are willing to give you all the love and affection you deserve. You’re still a beautiful bud, blossom and embrace the sunshine, and never choose to whither and die. Go out tonight and have a drink for me, can you promise me that?”
She was right. Her sentiments brought a genuine smile to my face. “Maybe, when Saturday rolls around, I just might. Thank you…” I paused, sounding a little breathy, “for what you said about blossoming and embracing the sunshine. I think you might be right.”
“I’m your mother, of course I’m right,” she delivered succinctly.
I snorted. “Yeah—okay. Well, I gotta go. Speak to you soon.” Hanging up the call, I realized that the smile hadn’t left my face.
With distance, I could at least successfully pretend I was fine and not so broken inside. Put me in the same city with Edith and Grey, though, and I hardly doubt I wouldn’t break down.
Living on a different continent, thousands of miles away from him and Edith, was the best thing for me, just not for my mom. Hopefully, if she could convince Brett, I wouldn’t have to suffer a holiday without her. My mom and dad are on great terms, so I wouldn’t think my dad would mind having her around.
The first week back here was rough—no, it was wretchedly brutal. It was worse during nighttime, too. It was pitiful, but I somehow ended up calling Liam, just like how I had when I’d lived in LA. Being over the phone, I could tell him my deepest fears, yet circle around how I truly felt when it came to Greyson. At one point, he even asked me to describe it, that maybe by acknowledging them, it would be easier for me to deal with it. It was a great attempt, however it wasn’t good enough. Maybe one day, when it was less hurtful to speak about what had happened, I might explain it to him. For now, I was purely heartbroken, irrevocably so.
Dad worked tonight, so I was all alone, dining with my meal. After my light dinner, I tried to watch TV shows for an hour, yet nothing seemed to catch my attention. The thought of taking my school work out and attempting to read ahead came to mind, but the idea of taking a long bath won out.
Usually, I was simple when it came to my bathing rituals. Tonight, though, I decided to go all out. I situated scented, soy pillar candles about the bathroom while I had some John Legend and Robin Thicke crooning in the background on a low volume. Adding rose scented oils, three cups of milk and five tablespoonful of honey, I was set to go and enjoy some hot water therapy.
Closing my eyes, I rested my head against the tub pillow as I let the beat of the music take me away, drifting my mind somewhere… until I thought about Greyson…
“Liv?”
“Mmm?” I shifted my head towards him. We were stargazing right outside his pool house in a hammock with his arm as my pillow while his free hand roamed around my body.
“Star-crossed lovers,” he murmured sweetly in my ear.
I didn’t even think, blurting out my reply, “Romeo and Juliet.”
“Lancelot and Guinevere,” he immediately interjected as soon as I finished, adding a side of arrogance, “My choice is so much better.”
“That’s pure bull! Romeo and Juliet are like the ultimate star-crossed lovers. Have you seen the movie at all? Have you seen the passion evoked alone from the moment they saw each other? Their first kiss? Any of that?” I shrugged, feeling pity for him. “I’d do anything for a man that would make me feel half as much as Romeo could for his Juliet. Guinevere and Lancelot… well, she’s married for one—that alone would cause so much heartache, you know—so it being star-crossed lovers is kind of a given since she’s married to King Arthur. It’s adultery, but naming it star-crossed lovers sounds more appealing… but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s cheating.”
Greyson grew silent next to me, breathing into my neck.
“Besides, if those two were single when they first met, I hardly doubt they could’ve ignited the same passion. The forbidden is always so enticing. That’s just human nature. We want what we can’t have, much more so when the woman you lust after is the king’s wife. Of course, the first time they kiss and have sex would be explosive, but as I stated before, it’s adultery nonetheless.”
“So if you were Guinevere, you’d avoid the temptation?” he questioned, back to his slow, seductive torture of his tongue on my neck.
I gave his question some thought. Passion. That’s the common theme we were discussing. “I don’t know… I’ve never been in her situation, so it’s hard to say until you’re living it. Until you’re conflicted with such emotions… it’s hard to say.”
“You’d never cheat, right? Even if you’re the other woman and this married guy makes you wild and makes you crave his touch? You’d throw it all away because it’s wrong and inappropriate?”
Well. Fuck. I wouldn’t know.Shifting on my side, I rested my chin on his chest, gazing up at him. “Would you do it?”
“If I’m crazy about the woman, if I can’t stand seeing her and not being able to even kiss or touch her…” he whispered. “In a heartbeat, Olivia. I’d make her mine even for minutes… seconds. I’d risk it all just to be with her.”
“Huh.” Well, wow. That said quite a ton about him.
With the use of his strong hands, he placed me atop his toned body with my stomach pressed against his hardness. His eyes lingered on my face, eyeing me with a look of wonderment and lust before his left thumb reached out and caressed the bottom of my lip. “How do you find things with me, Liv?”
My body revved up with just a touch, curling in my body as I felt the immediate ooze of wetness that trickled on my slit. One touch—one simple touch and I was his.
“What do you mean?” I asked, distracted.
Eyes twinkling as if he knew what he was doing to me, he said, “Just everything, you know? How I treat you. Am I too annoying sometimes? Do I give you enough or too little attention? Room for improvements…? Anything, really. Like… how do you like sex with me?”
Oh, Jesus. Really?Was he fishing for compliments? Typical. “Uh… you’re not really asking all those questions just to get to the last one, are you?”
He smirked before licking his lips. “Maybe a little, but if you have any complaints, I’m all ears.”
