Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Chapter 52 "gestures speaks"

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Olivine walks towards Katarina's desk, looking around to see if there are others.
She then slowly took off her coat and placed it around her to give her more warmth.

Wondering if there's a couch on the second floor in the storage room and why she didn't stay in there to sleep. Olivine leans forward, giving a kiss on her head gently.

"Oliv..." she heard a whisper when she was about to leave. Olivine stopped and took a glance at her. She lifted her face; she was so exhausted and sleepy.

"Come, let's go to the storage second floor, my hideout," she whispered in her ear, holding her arm, one arm wrapped around her waist.

Gently gliding her hands towards Katarina's elbow, walking slowly and entering towards the door. Olivine held her tight, still wrapping her arms around her waist as they walked. Her arms tightly gripped her as they reached the mini stairs, which only a single person can climb.

"Can I carry you?" Olivine asked, and her voice came hesitant. She received a single nod. Katarina was tired the way Olivine looked at her.

"Ill carry you," Olivine suggested.

Katarina simply complied, leaning closer towards her and spreading her legs, wrapped around Olivine's waist, including her arms wrapped around her neck. Olivine wasn't expecting that, carrying her in the position, thinking she was supposed to be on her back.

Olivine starts her first step, until they reach the top of the stairs. Looking at the couch is near the huge window. Olivine was very calculated by her moves. Until she found herself on top of Katarina's, also in between her legs, she quickly covered her chest with her coat.

Olivine gently removed herself away on top of her, placing the coat, letting her sleep again. Watching Katarina, she instantly went back to sleep. Olivine didn't even dare speak to her, pressing her lips on her forehead.

Finding herself doing the exact same thing as she was before. She doesn't talk that much, but by actions and kind gestures, she's good the most. Kissing her head again, I watched and gazed at her for a while.

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"Katarina, wake up; it's already four," Josh told her, holding his phone.

"Oh, wait..." Katarina stood up, stretching her arms.

"I'll go and have some coffee," he said.

Olivine notices the sound of the steps and several conversations downstairs that echo on the walls. She just ignored it and continued walking, going up to the rooftop, checking around. She finds a bench in the center, taking a seat with a bottle of alcohol sitting beside her.

Door hinges squeak a little, followed by tiny footsteps. Olivine looked behind her; quickly she saw Katarina standing there and the door behind her slowly closing.

"Katarina, the door!" She raised her voice.

Olivine quickly removed her shoe and took a shot by throwing her snicker at the closing door, preventing them from being trapped on the rooftop, and it's freezing.

Katarina immediately closes her eyes, placing her hand on besides her ears to cover. As quickly as the moment began, she heard the shoe drop. She slowly opened her eyes, looking behind.