𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Part 11 ~ Conversations With Olivia

Michael's Point Of View ~

I flutter my eyes open from the early morning sun shining through my bedroom curtains. I'm lying on my back with the bed sheet covering my privates and legs, upper body exposed. I feel light weight on me causing me to look to my left and see Olivia . . sleeping peacefully next to me. Her arm draped over my naked chest. I can't help but to just look at her in this moment. Her brown locks sitting on the pillow next to her, long beautiful eyelashes flicker slightly as well as her fingers twitching every now and then from her dreams. Her head turned to her left, facing me as her head is cushioned on the soft pillow right above my shoulder. I must look like the biggest creep right now. But I can't help it. I can't just stop feeling what I'm feeling. I have felt this way about Olivia for 10 whole years and I can't just shut them down. 

I don't mean to but I love her. I'm in love with her. I'm absolutely crazy about her. 

But I guess I'm just going to take it day by day with this situation . . telling her, I mean. Just taking my time. I don't want to just go ahead and ruin this moment because there's no place quite like being here with her . . there's no better time than now to live in. With my beautiful girl, sleeping next to me. After we got back home after sneaking away, we made love all night. We finally fell asleep after our love excursion, exhausted. It's those experiences with Olivia that are  the most precious I would say. Having her all to myself in such a passionate setting - getting to hold her, kiss her and just have her in the most beautiful way possible. It's everything to me. Even though I know that she's only having fun and this whole thing with us sleeping together is only casual. I know that because she told me that.

 That hurts me . . it does. 

But I'm happy to be let into her heart and soul like I have been. Getting as close as I can to her even though she most likely see's me as a friend. Even those she's not mine, not that way. 

I bring my hand up, running my fingertips along her arm that's lying over my chest. Moving my head up a little to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flutter open. A tired smile spreading on those full lips of hers. The sight of her green eyes make's me smile wide on the sight of them. She closes her eyes once again, shifting herself closer to me on the feeling of the early morning chill on her naked back. She's lying on her stomach, the bed sheet covering her cute little butt. Her small boobs resting gently on the bed cover underneath her. I image holding them in my aching hands as she's on top of me. The thought alone is making my heart race. 

God. 

Thinking of her in the most passionate, beautiful of ways. Always. 

"Morning baby . . how did you sleep? . . " I ask her softly. 

She giggles a little. Her face now resting on my shoulder. Her lips scattering kisses there. 

"I slept good, thank you baby. How about you, Michael?" She asks me gently. 

"Me too, thanks Liv . .  " I tell her. 

My fingertips still running over her arm. She giggles again. "Michael . . that tickles" Her tired voice sounding so cute. I smile. She's such a sweet girl. 

"Hey, you never told me . . how was your girls night out, the other night? . . " I ask her. 

She lifts her head to look at me. Not seeming to excited about it. I'm guessing it was dull for her. If she's excited about anything, her whole face would light up instantly at the mention of it. It's a shame though, I really wanted her to enjoy herself. Have real, honest fun just to get her mind off certain things. A certain person. And just the idea of him just living his life while my baby is heart broken from what he did.