Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

fourteen

Olivia~

I watch as the sun rises, the fresh morning sun warms my skin. The cold air fills my nose, and burns my lungs. I love it though.

Since I've gotten back, I've realized just how much I love being outside. So, it's how I start and end my day. Watch the sunrise, watch the sunset.

One of these times I want to take Boston with me. I think he'd like it. He's always been such an adventurer, and I think he would love just wandering.

I haven't had a lot of one-on-one time with him in nearly two months, and it's been painful. I love being with him, even if we're just watching a movie on the couch. It feels like a part of me has been missing since I haven't been with him a lot.

It's been my own doing, being gone all day, and I feel awful about it. Boston needs to know I care about him, but I don't know how to show it. I need him to know that he isn't a second option, or plan B. He's someone that I love, and couldn't bear to lose.

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The bitter smell of coffee fills my nose as I step inside. It's warmer than usual, and the pink tint of the sun rising hits the floor. I take off my coat, as Boston runs down the hall in the most ridiculous outfit I have ever seen. The polka dot boxers, dress shirt, calf high Nike socks, and a baseball cap, make up his outfit. I can't help but laugh a little.

"Oh my god," I chuckle, as he pulls me into dancing with him; there is no music. Well, there wasn't. Almost on cue, a loud pop song turns on, and our hair is messy, the music is loud, and we're dancing on the couch. My stomach hurts as I laugh so hard I can't breathe.

We fall down onto the couch, out of breath, laughing. The silence between us feels normal.

"Olivia," His soft voice questions. I love it.

"Boston." I answer. I haven't said his name to him in so long.

"Is everything okay, between us?" He asks, and I feel like I've just taken a dagger to the chest.

"No," I confess, not sure what hole I'm digging myself into. "It's not."

"Then can we talk?" Bostons voice gets tense.

There's so much to talk about; where do you even begin?

I nod, waiting for him to say something; anything.

"I want you to be honest with me Liv, what's going on between you and Greyson?"

"It's complicated," I nervously say.

"Olivia,"

"He knows Boston. He found out about what was happening. That I was, that I am, spying on SilasCo. And he doesn't even care," I say, not sure if I'm about to cry or laugh. "What am I supposed to do with that? Is there anything to do?"

"He loves you Olivia. He cares about you. And it's his choice on whether he lets that affect your relationship or not." Boston tells me, the words shock me as they slip from his mouth.

"No he doesn't," I hear myself say. I don't want to believe it's true. It can't be true.

"Olivia,"

And I'm scared; I'm so scared of what's about to slip out of my mouth. Something I've kept in me for so long. All the walls I've built around this truth, come crashing down, and a weight is lifted from my chest.

"I love you Boston Leavitt. God I love you so much it hurts."