Begin Again || Nate Maloley

|| Chapter 16

Alex was sad to see both Nate and I leave. It's not everyday he has an older male figure in his life to sled with him or play hockey video games with him. Even though it's still debatable whether Nate let Alex win or he just sucked at it.

It has been two days since I discovered those text messages from Foosh. I've yet to say anything. We've been having such a good time and we're getting more into each other with each passing minute. The things I'm feeling for him are foreign to me. And I love the way it feels. He's a totally different person than the Nate I met that first day. I guess I can thank Andrea for being the reason we met in the first place.

Nate had the window seat this time but it didn't matter. He had me lay against him and we took up both seats, our bus was nearly empty. We slept during the majority of the ride and slept some more when we got back to his place. It was a little after 5 and we were as lazy as can be; awake & kissing as the sun slowly traveled to greet the other half of the world.

The house was quiet. He was only in his boxers while I was only in a tank top & boyshorts. I faced him, sitting in his lap, tasting his sweet lips. His hands rested gently on the dip in my back. We could live in this moment forever and I'd be happy with life. Not a worry in the world about school, work, untrustworthy friends, or my body image. Just Nate & Olivia alone in our own oasis.

"I like you," he whispered & smiled inches away from my lips.

"I like you too," I whispered & smiled back.

"I really like you." He gave me another quick kiss and then just gazed at me. His eyes roamed from my pupils, down the bridge of my nose, and to the outline of my lips disappearing into the hidden parts of me where the sunlight didn't hit.

He seemed troubled. Like he had something to say. Perhaps...something to admit? I didn't want to jump conclusions nor did I want to bring up those messages. Because what if I was wrong? What if that's not what he wanted to talk about at all? And then there was the part of me that was worried the moment might be ruined. So before I could bring anything up or he was able to change the subject, I went for the bottom hem of my stretched-out white tank top and pulled it over my head. He glanced down at my entire bare torso and then back up to my eyes. 

But instead of the usual hunger I see in his eyes when I'm presented to him like this, his eyes remained soft. His hands remained gentle as they graced my back and traveled forward to caress my breasts. He gently kissed my skin, feeling the goosebumps that rose beneath them. This man...he was giving me such a high with every touch. My head tilted back & my right eye was completely unfazed by the bright setting sun peeking through the opened horizontal blinds.

When I looked back at him, he wrapped his arms back around me, holding me tight up against him as he kissed me.

"Do you wanna..." I began to speak softly, tapping my index finger on his top lip.

He slowly shook his head. "I just wanna look at you...for real."

I trembled from the massive amount of butterflies suddenly taking flight inside of me. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. It may seem like nothing to some girls, but to me, that was everything. I wasn't an object or a sexual vessel. He was looking at me like one would look at an original Van Gogh painting.

I rested my forehead against his.

"Olivia..." he began to say. But his next words were thwarted by a knock on his bedroom door.

We both took deep breaths and I got off of his lap. He got out of bed but made sure to kiss me before he took another step. He opened the door a little but I couldn't see who it was.