Fated to Break | ✓

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Rowan

"Did you have fun tonight?" I ask, sitting on my large lounge chair next to my book shelf.

Olivia nods, her damp bangs falling into her eyes again. God I want to run my fingers through it. Is it as soft as it looks?

Her eyebrows raise in question and I flinch. Rubbing over the stubble on my chin, I whisper, "Did you ask me something?"

A laugh huffs from her nose and she moves towards me, sitting on the foot of my bed in front of me. "I did. I asked if you had fun too. I know I kind of monopolized your time," She smiles, the t-shirt she's wearing oversized except for her breasts which stretch the tee erotically.

I clear my throat, "It was more fun than what I usually do."

She brings her legs onto the beg, crossing them, "And what do you usually do?"

I tilt my head and squint my eyes with a knowing smile, "Fun things."

She fidgets, playing with the hem of her shirt before responding, "How much longer are you going to hide your major from me?"

I breathe, leaning back in the chair and resting my left ankle on my right knee, "I'm not hiding anything. You either guess or ask Charlie. I never said you couldn't ask someone."

I don't talk much. Even with Charlie we'll have the occasional long conversation but talking for long periods of time just annoys me somehow. Don't get me wrong, I'll contribute to the conversation. Little sounds to let you know I'm listening or a sentence or two here and there. But sometimes the longer I talk the more worn out I feel. Like I would rather do a triathlon than talk.

Although.

With Olivia?

"Architecture?" I shake my head, my smile growing as she continues to guess, each time getting a no, "Performing Arts? Business? Law? Technology?" I give her one last shake of my head and she groans, throwing herself back into my bed with an oof.

"I give up."

I snicker, looking over her moonlit form splayed on my sheets. I joke, "Boo—lame."

Olivia's chest undulates with laughter, the bed moving in sync. Then she lays there, staring at my ceiling in peaceful silence. The only sound left is our breathing, the breeze whisking through my curtains, and the crickets outside. Even if this woman still makes me a nervous wreck, I'm glad we're able to survive extended silences.

I notice her eyelashes begin to lower and snapping back open several times before I force myself to stand, not wanting to cut our time tonight short. "You can sleep in here, I'll take the couch," I say lowly, conscious of the exhaustion pouring from her limp figure.

Her head turns to me and she lifts to her elbows, looking at me as if I just told her to kiss me. Pfft. As if I could ever do that.

"Why would you sleep on the couch? I'm the guest," She says obviously, the offended tone in her voice making me suppress a grin.

"You are," I agree, moving towards the door with my clothes in hand, "But this is also a house full of men and I'd be more comfortable knowing you're in a room with a lock on it so you can have your own privacy. Not that any of the guys would try anything but still. I insist," I grip the doorknob in hand, looking over her tired body resting on my bed one more time before smiling, "Sweet dreams, Ollie. See you in the mornin."