Only Two Can End Up Happy [ book 2 ]

twenty-nine

Boston~

The faded smell of her perfume fills my nose as I walk through the door. I can't help but smile knowing Olivia will be back in my arms any minute.

I quietly walk down the hall, assuming that Olivia is asleep. I would hope she'd be asleep, considering how late it is.

My luggage finds it's place in the corner of my room, to be dealt with later. I poke my head into Olivia's room; she's fast asleep. I carefully walk over to her bed, and place a kiss on her forehead, her skin is burning.

She tosses a bit, mumbling something I can't comprehend. It's safe to assume she's just sleep talking. I tell her that I love her, before walking into my room, glad to finally sleep in my own bed again.

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I'm up my earlier than Olivia. Frighteningly earlier. I sit in the kitchen, sipping on early morning coffee, when Olivia stumbles her way into the kitchen. I wouldn't tell her this, but she looks like shit.

"Good morning sweetheart." I softly say, grasping her by her hips. She don't say anything; instead, her body sways back and forth, seemingly involuntarily. A brief look of horror washes over her face.

"I'm scared," She whispers, her face turning a bright red.

"Talk to me. What's goin' on?" I cup her cheek in my hand.

"I'm not getting better," She tells me. It's the first thing she's fully said this morning. I hear her loud, and clear.

"Why don't we go to the hospital." I suggest, though I'm going to take her whether she wants me to or not.