Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

twenty-four

Olivia~

My whole body is frozen. Completely numb.

How do you respond to something like that? Especially when that's all you've been able to think about.

My body is on autopilot. I'm stepping onto the water covered pavement from the freshly fallen rain. The cool breeze causes goosebumps to rise on my skin. I'm slowly walking to our apartment, when I feel his hand rest on the small of my back.

The warm air of the apartment hits me; my shoulders loosing their tension. Boston takes my jacket off, before locking the door.

He puts his hands on my hips, as he squeezes past me, walking into the dimly lit kitchen. I can't help but watch him. Im curious of what he's doing.

The clinking of the glasses in his hand give me a good hint of what he thinks he may be doing. I carefully make my way to the kitchen, sitting at the island, watching as he pours me a glass of champagne.

"They always said my crush on you was obvious." Boston claims. I can't help but smile as he leans across the counter, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

"Boston,"

"I never knew what to say. But I always knew what I wanted. And that's this Olivia. You and me. This," He motions between us. "This is what I wanted when I grew up."

I take a sip of my champagne, mainly trying to hid a smile. He pulls it from my lips, putting it on the other side of the counter. I roll my eyes at him.

"Hey! I was still drinking that!" I blush, as he grasps my hand, pulling me around to counter. His hands find their way to my hips, pulling me close. The warmth of his body is enough to create butterflies in my stomach. My cheeks grow hot, and a soft song plays in the background.

"It'll still be there later," Boston smirks, before pressing an incredibly intimate kiss on my lips. His hands play with the button of my jeans. I pretend to not notices as he undoes them completely.

"I'm sorry, I probably should have asked. Is this okay?" He questions, pushing away from me. I mutter an "mhm" into his lips, as his picks me up. My legs straddle his waist, as we fall back onto his bed. The smell of his cologne is so strong, but I love it.

The weight of his body on mine makes me feel some type of way. I don't hesitate to unbutton and unzip his pants. He smiles as I do, and guides my hands.
I stop, looking up at him. He softly smiles, before placing a kiss on my collarbone. I run my finger down his chest, the muscles tensing.

"You're all I ever think about." Boston confesses, running a hand through my hair. I find myself covering my face with my hands. Just him looking at me gets me flustered.

"Don't hid from me," He softly laughs. He gently grasps my wrists, pulling my hands away from my face, placing a kiss on my nose. "I want to see you."

"Don't smile at me like that." I say. "You know it makes me crazy."

"Then Ill keep smiling like this forever." He claims,
keeping that smile pinned on his face. His glossy teeth shine in the dim light of his room.

"You're perfect. So. Fucking. Perfect." I say, guiding his hands along my body.

He's very gentle. His soft hands glide across my bare skin, a ripple of waves courses through my body. He's kissing me so delicately. I feel like I'm floating.

"This okay?" He asks. I cant find the words, as I throw my head back in pleasure. A quiet moan escapes my mouth.

"I'll take that as a yes." Boston smirks as I grip at his shoulders. They tense, each muscle becoming more and more defined.

"God I fucking love you." I manage to say, my
body erupting in pleasure. He gives me a soft smile, before tucking his face into the crook of my neck, and whispering something I don't understand; I don't need to.