Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

eighteen

Olivia~

I stand in the bathroom, studying myself in the mirror. Boston struggles to do something on the other side of the wall. The unusual amount of cursing coming through the thin walls is my reason of guess.

The final bobby pin I put in my hair, makes it all lay flat. I haven't seen it up like this in so long, it's hard to recognize myself.

Just as I finish my hair, Boston walks in behind me, looking flawless - as always - and wraps his arms around my waist. He kisses my neck, making me smile.

"You're the most beautiful things I've ever seen." Boston softly whispers into the crook of my neck. I rest my hands on top of his, the cool metal of his rings make me shiver.

"No, you." I smile, facing him. I've had to get used to the unusual high difference between us. I never realized how tall Boston is, until we started dating. I like it, truly.

He runs his hands up my body from my hips; i'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. He gently caresses my cheek, softly kissing me. I smile through the kiss, my cheeks burning as we do.

"I love you." I tell him, as I pull away. He lazily opens his eyes, the deep ocean blue never fails to amaze me. I've looked into these eyes every day for the past eleven years, and I still love them so much.

"I love you more," Boston gently says, a smile growing on his lips.

"Why are you smiling like that,"

"No reason." He mischievously says, releasing me from his grasp.

"Boston Leavitt, you are the worst."

"Whatever you say Liv. Whatever. you. say."

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Its strange, being back. All of these people, the people I've known for so long, feel like strangers now. I never realized just how long I was away until now.

People who once used to be my co-workers, give me weak smiles as we walk past them. I cling to Boston, feeling my anxiety skyrocket. There's no reason I should be this nervous I tell myself, unsure of how much I believe it.

"Why don't we go get some air," Boston suddenly says. I'm afraid he may be able to read my mind.

"I don't want to pull you away from,"

"Come on," He leads me to a large set of glass doors, the faint light of the moon lights the otherwise dark hallway.

Bostons hand creeps around my hip; He doesn't dare say a word. My body tenses at his touch. It's something I'm still trying to get used to.

"Oh fuck," Boston mutters under his breath. He scrambles to take his jacket off, and put it over my shoulders. I smile at the gesture.

"I forgot it would probably be freezing out here, without sleeves." He confesses. I can't help but smile. He's such a dork sometimes. But he's my dork.

"You should wear this shirt more often," I tell him, letting myself trace the outline of his abs through the thin fabric. He flinches as I do.

"Jesus fucking Christ Olivia," He curses, grasping my wrist. My heart pounds against my chest. "You're driving me fucking insane,"

"I- Sorry," I manage to get out. He puts a finger under my chin, forcing me to look at him. His blue eyes sparking in the moonlight.

"Don't give me that look," He mumbles, the warm feeling of his breath only inches from my skin.

"I'm not giving you a look." I lie.

"You're one hell of a tease Olivia."

"You're just easy, Boston." I smirk.