"Spence..." Olivia stared in shock.
"I know you're probably surprised and a little...confused but I'm serious. I love you" She exhaled as she continued to stare and listen.
"I ain't even sure when it happened. Maybe it was the night I got shot or...watching movies with you all summer or...the endless nights we'd spend together with me holding you in my arms..." He contemplated, reaching for her hands, intertwining them with his trying so hard not to break down in front of her. He cleared his throat as he continued his long overdue truth.
"Or maybe it's been since my first day at Beverly and I ain't even realize it but I know now...I'm in love with you" Spencer expressed truthfully. Somewhere deep down inside of him, he had this belief that it was always her, and despite obvious distractions, that belief stuck with him and now they were facing it head on. Olivia was overwhelmed with so many emotions hitting her all at once, one being excitement and joy, and the other was guilt and despair. This was something she's been waiting to hear for a long time. Her feelings for him were placed on the back burner for the sake of satisfying her "best-friends" wants and needs at the time, but they never wavered. She convinced herself that Layla was the right choice and that she didn't deserve him, especially with the currency of her relapse that he had yet to find out about. She wasn't back on pills, but she started drinking again before the summer officially started and even though pills were her addiction, drinking still was just as bad as popping pills. So, at this very moment in time, it was hard for her to compartmentalize Spencer's feelings for her. They stood hands still intertwined as he studied her face.
"Liv, baby, please say something" She sighed deeply as he penetrated her big browns.
"We can't..." She fixed her lips to speak.
"We can't what Liv you-" She stopped him mid-sentence.
"We can't...what about Asher? What about Layla? Huh? What about them?"
"What about them Liv? This isn't about them, this is about you and me" He exclaimed in a matter-of-fact tone pointing his finger between them.
"I know but-"He halted her speech before it even started. She was too focused on everyone's happiness she didn't give hers not one thought. She's self-less and cares for people deeply and it's one of many reasons why he loved her, but it was also a flaw of hers that frustrated him from time to time. He pulled her closer as he caressed her cheek gently peering into her eyes.
"Listen to me. I know you care about Layla and Asher. I do too, believe me but there's a reason, you're here with me now. There's a reason were together, right here in this moment" He said his eyes filled with tears. Her other hand was shaking under his grip.
"Look at Jordan and Simone. What happened at the altar wasn't just a coincidence. I felt it and I know you felt it too. I feel it when I'm close to you and you try to keep me at a distance. You don't have too anymore. If today taught me anything, it clarified for me, that if you got a chance at real happiness, you gotta take it. No matter what's next"
Tears slipped down her cheeks as she held his face close. He reached her hands enfolding them with his before lifting them up until they were placed on his chest directly on his heart. By this time tears were falling effortlessly from both of their eyes. Olivia's throat hitched as he inched her forward closing the space between them. Without warning, he brushed her lips against his then kissed her fully not holding back anything and she didn't hold back either kissing him but when she realized what was happening, she stopped herself and pulled away from him completely.
"Stop, I'm sorry Spencer, I am but I just can't do this right now! I have to go I'm sorry! " She exalted before gathering her suitcase and purse brushing past him and walking out the door.
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Last Summer: Vegas Baby
FanfictionLove confessions, and surprise nuptials and heartbreak, but what if it happened a different way? Olivia left Spencer in heartbreak after he confessed his love to her but what if she hadn't left? What if she had stayed to hear him out? What if chose...