things that would have her
falling fast.
Rose had called him the total package, not just because he was
beyond handsome and career wise he seemed to be set. Though Olivia had yet to
see it, Rose assured her he was one of the sweetest and incredibly loyal guys
she could ever meet. Add to that what Olivia had experienced for herself
already. The incredible way his kisses alone could make her feel and how easily
she could become entirely too mesmerized by him.
They were moving again, and it seemed to be the only thing that
had him pulling those intense eyes away from hers. She could be wrong. She almost
wanted to be wrong. It was starting to scare her that while her mind said “no
way” to another night with absolutely no promises, her body would inevitably
say “yes.” The more she looked at him, the more she craved his lips on hers.
“That night,” he said, staring straight ahead. “You said you didn’t
usually do that.”
“I don’t,” she said immediately and with conviction. “It was the
first and only time I’ve ever done something like that.”
“I believe you,” he said, surprising Olivia. “You said you needed to that night. Why was that?”
Olivia stared ahead now too, remembering his utter disinterest
that night. He’d stared at her in that profound way but hadn’t asked why. She
wondered why he wanted to know now.
“Several reasons,” she said, refusing to look at him. “I’d gotten
some . . . unpleasant news that week. I needed to get out, something I
hadn’t done in a while.”
“Who do you live with?”
Now she turned to him. Not that his previous questions didn’t
also come as a surprise, but this one came totally out of left field. Still his
expression remained rigid, and he finally turned to look at her when they came
to a stop.
“I saw a photo of you and a guy at your place as I walked out.”
“Any photos at my place are of my siblings and me,” she
explained. “I have three brothers and a sister. We all live at that house. I
just happened to have the place to myself that weekend. But that doesn’t happen
often. That was another reason I decided to do what I did that night.”
He stared at her the same way he’d done so often that night. She
could hardly stand it but couldn’t bring herself to turn away, so she didn’t
and waited instead for his next question.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, stunning her. “I hope you know that.
And before we get back to my brother’s place and I have to continue to pretend
I’m not ridiculously attracted to you, I just want you to know that my
running out that night the way I did had nothing to do with any lack of
attraction or interest in you. Because Jesus”—he shook his head, glancing back
at the road, and took a deep breath—“I have no idea how you feel about me, but—”
“I’m ridiculously attracted to you too,” she blurted as her heart
pounded erratically.
They came to another stop and he turned to her again. “I hadn’t
made any attempts to get in touch with you because I’ve been fighting what I’m
feeling for you. Hell, I started fighting it that night.”
“Why ? ”
He frowned, shaking his head, and then turned back to the road
when he started driving again. “The last relationship I had ended badly. Really badly,” he explained. “I was over her almost immediately. I just haven’t
had any desire to get into anything serious again.”
She was almost afraid to ask, but she had to know. He could’ve
just flirted with her on this trip to the market, which was what she thought
might happen—playfully bring up the suggestion of them having another
incredible night together. Instead, here he was explaining himself. But she
cautioned her already-too-excited heart that this could just be his way of
apologizing for not wanting anything more with her. It was beginning to sound
like that anyway. So she had to ask before her heart began misinterpreting
things.
“So why are you telling me this
falling fast.
Rose had called him the total package, not just because he was
beyond handsome and career wise he seemed to be set. Though Olivia had yet to
see it, Rose assured her he was one of the sweetest and incredibly loyal guys
she could ever meet. Add to that what Olivia had experienced for herself
already. The incredible way his kisses alone could make her feel and how easily
she could become entirely too mesmerized by him.
They were moving again, and it seemed to be the only thing that
had him pulling those intense eyes away from hers. She could be wrong. She almost
wanted to be wrong. It was starting to scare her that while her mind said “no
way” to another night with absolutely no promises, her body would inevitably
say “yes.” The more she looked at him, the more she craved his lips on hers.
“That night,” he said, staring straight ahead. “You said you didn’t
usually do that.”
“I don’t,” she said immediately and with conviction. “It was the
first and only time I’ve ever done something like that.”
“I believe you,” he said, surprising Olivia. “You said you needed to that night. Why was that?”
Olivia stared ahead now too, remembering his utter disinterest
that night. He’d stared at her in that profound way but hadn’t asked why. She
wondered why he wanted to know now.
“Several reasons,” she said, refusing to look at him. “I’d gotten
some . . . unpleasant news that week. I needed to get out, something I
hadn’t done in a while.”
“Who do you live with?”
Now she turned to him. Not that his previous questions didn’t
also come as a surprise, but this one came totally out of left field. Still his
expression remained rigid, and he finally turned to look at her when they came
to a stop.
“I saw a photo of you and a guy at your place as I walked out.”
“Any photos at my place are of my siblings and me,” she
explained. “I have three brothers and a sister. We all live at that house. I
just happened to have the place to myself that weekend. But that doesn’t happen
often. That was another reason I decided to do what I did that night.”
He stared at her the same way he’d done so often that night. She
could hardly stand it but couldn’t bring herself to turn away, so she didn’t
and waited instead for his next question.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, stunning her. “I hope you know that.
And before we get back to my brother’s place and I have to continue to pretend
I’m not ridiculously attracted to you, I just want you to know that my
running out that night the way I did had nothing to do with any lack of
attraction or interest in you. Because Jesus”—he shook his head, glancing back
at the road, and took a deep breath—“I have no idea how you feel about me, but—”
“I’m ridiculously attracted to you too,” she blurted as her heart
pounded erratically.
They came to another stop and he turned to her again. “I hadn’t
made any attempts to get in touch with you because I’ve been fighting what I’m
feeling for you. Hell, I started fighting it that night.”
“Why ? ”
He frowned, shaking his head, and then turned back to the road
when he started driving again. “The last relationship I had ended badly. Really badly,” he explained. “I was over her almost immediately. I just haven’t
had any desire to get into anything serious again.”
She was almost afraid to ask, but she had to know. He could’ve
just flirted with her on this trip to the market, which was what she thought
might happen—playfully bring up the suggestion of them having another
incredible night together. Instead, here he was explaining himself. But she
cautioned her already-too-excited heart that this could just be his way of
apologizing for not wanting anything more with her. It was beginning to sound
like that anyway. So she had to ask before her heart began misinterpreting
things.
“So why are you telling me this
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