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She takes the washcloth.“I’ll do it.”
I grin as she smooshes the cloth to her entire face at once.
“How long do you think it’ll be before you do shots again?”
From behind the washcloth, she says, “Never.I’m breaking up with shots.”
“What about whiskey?You breaking up with it too?”
She removes the washcloth.“Whiskey and I are done.”She stands, wobbly on her feet.A moment later, she brushes her teeth, all the while swaying and grasping the vanity to hold herself up.
I stand behind her in case she needs help staying upright but she manages not to fall.
When she’s done with her teeth, she wets the washcloth again and places it to her neck as she turns to face me.Her dress only covers one shoulder and she runs the cloth over her bare shoulder and down that arm, while slurring, “It’s so hot in here.”
My eyes follow the washcloth but instead of stopping when it reaches her wrist, I allow my gaze to drop lower, down to where the slit of her dress has the fabric divided and falling either side of her leg.Her thigh is in full view and how I didn’t notice it sooner is beyond me, but now that I have noticed it, my gaze is stuck.
Jesus, it’s not like I haven’t seen Olivia’s legs before.We grew up swimming together every summer and still swim whenever we get the chance.I’ve seen her in bikinis, in shorts, in skirts.I’ve seen this leg a thousand times, but it’s like I’ve never laid eyes on it in my life.
“Callan.”
I glance up and find her watching me intently.“Yeah?”
She studies me silently while she puts the washcloth down and brings her hand to my chest, resting it on the bare skin where I’ve undone my shirt buttons.Our eyes are locked so fucking tightly that I know I couldn’t unlock them even if I tried.
The air is still, holding its breath like I am while Olivia slowly glides her fingers over my skin.Her touch is like fire to my soul and I inhale sharply.
The desire in her eyes is undeniable.
Fuck.
Our friendship flashes through my mind.Twenty-one years could be undone in a moment.
“Ace.”My voice is low.Rough.
She doesn’t break eye contact.“Don’t you ever think about it?”
I swallow hard, fighting the urge to give her the truth.The way she's looking at me, the way her hand is still on my chest - it's almost too much to handle.
"Think about what?"I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Us," she replies, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin."You and me."
Twenty-one years.
Twenty.One.Years.
I can’t fuck this up.
Butfuck, her touch is unlike any other.
I want her.
I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone and that’s a holy fucking revelation I’m not ready for.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Liv.You’re drunk.”
She grips my shirt with her other hand and then curves her fingers over my abs.“You wouldn’t be bad at sex.You’d let me show you how I like it.”
