Love is Lame

Chapter Eight

HARRY

Sunday morning I woke up long before Olivia did, and all I could think about was what she told me last night. If I would have know her dad, he would have been dead in an instant. I would not have let him treat her like that.

These past few weeks, I've learned a lot about Olivia. She talks in her sleep. Usually just nonsense, but last night she called out my name. Not in a sexual way, but sort of like 'I need you, please never leave me.' And I hugged her tighter. Another thing I've picked up on is her lips shake after I kiss her, which tells me no one has kissed her with as much passion as I do. It's so hard not to when I just want to be as close to her as possible. She can't sleep with socks on and subtly tries to take them off without me noticing. Her lip piercing tickles my lips and gives me chills when I kiss her and I love it.

She stirred beneath me, moaning quietly as she stretched. I hugged her tight to me as she yawned and I buried my face in her neck. She was in her most vulnerable state and I wanted nothing more than for her to stay that way forever. "Good morning, love," I said. She made a groaning sound that I was sure meant good morning, too, but she never talks in the morning.

"I have to pee," She whined and I chuckled.

"I can't help you there." She looked... God, she looked gorgeous as she stood up and stretched. My T-shirt laying loosely over her, no pants, no bra, her belly showing as she stretched.

"I'll be back," She said as she slipped a pair of shorts on and left.

God, she's something.

When she came back into the room, her hair was obviously redone in a messy bun and she grabbed a pair of glasses off of her dresser. "I didn't know you wore glasses," I sat up and she came next to me.

"That's because I wear contacts."

The signature Olivia attitude. "You look very non-stereotypical with your lip pierced and glasses on."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She cocked her head.

"You look like a nerd and a badass," I chuckled, running my fingers across her legs.

"You love my lip ring," She said as she took it between her teeth, teasing me.

"You should get your belly button pierced." I suggested, lifting my eyebrows.

"It is pierced," She laughed, standing up and getting a piece of jewelry out and sticking it through her belly. "See? I just never wear it."

"Well, you should," I said as she started pushing Anna's bed back.

"She said she'll be back by noon and it's eleven, plus she's always early," Liv said.

"Where are the restrooms on your floor?"

"Just to the right."

"Be right back," I said, almost walking out but Liv stopped me.

"Oh no, you have to put a shirt on."

"Why? And besides, you're wearing mine." I knew why she wanted me to. She didn't want other people looking at me. So I decided she'll have to give me mine back.

"Just because," She said, her face turning red as she turned around and took my shirt off of her head. I watched her reveal her ivory skin and wanted badly for her to turn around as she threw me my shirt. I could see her backbones, making a beautiful line down her back as she arched over.

"Turn around, babe," I said without really thinking about it. She turned her head with her lip ring between her teeth again. Her cheeks were red and she quickly turned around and grabbed a shirt off of the floor, pulling it over her head and sticking her tongue out at me.