Too Close

Chapter 10

Tyler's P.O.V

Watching Olivia walk into the pool alone was better than anything I'd ever seen. She didn't do it on purpose but she continued to knock the breath out of me. Colton's words from the night of Frank's party rang in my head. He was right—whether I was happy about it or not, it wouldn't be right if I made any moves on her. But damn it. I clenched my jaw as I watched the water lap around her waist and cup her breasts in her bathing suit as she came deeper into the water.

The girl that was currently trying to kiss my chest was trying to get my attention but she was becoming annoying. I wanted to push her away but I'd invited her over to hang out with me. From the corner of my eye I caught Kyle waving Olivia over to him. She went under water and swam to him. When she resurfaced my breath caught in my throat—the image of how alluring she looked with her hair and face submerged in water was indescribable. I was sure the way the water from her dark lashes rolled past her dark penetrating eyes, over the hills of her cheekbones and sharp nose that eventually sloped off where her cupid's bow met her oval lips would have a permanent space in the back of my mind. What was even sexier was that she seemed unsuspecting of her own beauty.

I pulled my focus back to the girl in front of me.

"Let's go inside," I said through a tight jaw. I needed to get away. I climbed out of the water and we walked in the house, leaving small puddles on the floor from our feet. The entire time we were in my room my mind kept drifting back to Olivia and that she was probably laughing at something stupid Kyle was saying. The time we kissed when I was Chris kept replaying in my head.

An hour later I led the girl to the front door.

"Sorry it didn't work out," she turned on the steps as I leaned against the door.

"Yeah," I said. When we had gotten to my room she'd thrown herself at me before I even got a chance to close the door. She was kissing my chest and had taken off all her clothes but it just didn't feel right. I wound up lying to her and told her I was out of condoms and didn't feel like going to the store.

"You'll call me?" she asked, sounding hopeful. I smiled and nodded at her then closed and locked the door.

"Of course not," I mumbled. I turned around and saw that I wasn't alone.

"Kinda harsh don't you think?" she asked.

"Of course," I replied. "That's part of the Game."

"The Game?" Olivia repeated with a raise of her eyebrows. "And what game would that be?"

I shrugged. "So I don't get played."

"Oh, really?" She questioned as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes."

"And how do you play?"

"Not that I think you could even pass the first stage, O," I started, calling her by the nickname I'd decided on. "In other words, you're not player material."

"You mean a slut," she stated. I grinned.

"Well I wouldn't classify myself as a slut—"

"I would," she interrupted. "All of you." I took a step forward.

"Could you—could say that bit again?"

"I would most definitely consider you a slut," she repeated.

"I'm sorry, could you say that just one more time?" I started taking even steps toward her.

"I'm saying, I have come to realize that my foster brother—Tyler Durfee—is a slut," she finished with a smirk on her lips. I stepped directly in front of her. She was bold and didn't falter despite my height. "Why are you so proud of it?"