Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

ten

Olivia~
Three weeks later...

The familiar smell of the apartment is comforting. Coffee, and Bostons cologne make me smile. I missed him. I missed Greyson. I missed everyone. I'm so glad to be back.

I sit in the kitchen. The dishwasher is running, the fan in the living room is on, and the fridge hums. The small quirks of the apartment have never stood out so much until now.

I run my finger along the granite counter, feeling the small scratches as I do. My water stains the counter; a simple fix, really.

I anxiously check the clock, waiting for Boston to walk in the door at any moment. He is getting home later that usual today.

I'm excited to see him, but scared. There's no guarantee of how he'll react.

The door cracks open, my heart pounds against my chest, and my stomach drops. I'm suddenly so anxious, my whole body tensing.

I sit at the counter, watching as he walks in, turning around, and locking the door again. He doesn't look in my direction before walking down the hall, and shutting the door of his bedroom. I contemplate walking down there, and just as I'm about to do so, he opens the door back up, in a pair of sweats, and an athletic long sleeve shirt. It highlights his strong figure.

Only then does he see me sitting at the counter. I cant hide the smile on my face. He stops in his tracks for a moment, before his body is crashing into mine, hugging me so tight I can't breath.

"Oh my god," He mumbles into my neck, as he runs his hands down my back and to my hips.

"Hi," I say through a smile, hugging him as tight as I can.

"God I thought you wouldn't come back." He confesses, pulling away from the hug. He looks me up and down, which doesn't fail to make me blush.

"I missed you." I say, noticing small changes in him. He swear he got taller, but he looks so tired. He's exhausted. All I want to do it fix everything. I want to see the bright faced, always smiling Boston that I know.

"I missed you." He tells me, pulling me back into a hug.

It's more intimate than the last. I run my hands against his back, holding in the tears I didn't realize were forming in my eyes. His soft breath is against my neck, and his arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"Boston. I'm sorry, about everything."

"Not right now; later."