The Gifted Curse

12: The Test

You are strong. 

No... you're really not. 

Shut up self-image!

You can do this! All you have to do is go into a boy's room and talk to him. That's it... so simple.

Well, unless you become the nasty pervert you are and start to give him a peep show...

I feel my face heat up. I'm not going to give Dillon a peep show! I glare at myself in the mirror. 

I wouldn't be too sure about that one. You are a very untrustworthy person. You tend to lean towards lust and not love. 

Yeah and I also tend to self-loath instead of self-love, so back off! 

I clamp my fists and once myself over. Of course, I packed the most revealing jamies I could find. Me being me, I loved exposer. It was amazing to be thrilled and pleasured at the same time. 

I groan and press a hand into my temple. Stop thinking provocative thoughts! You're going to get yourself in trouble. 

My eyes scan the black tank-bra. It looks like a sports bra, but it's meant for sleep, so it's a lot softer and shows a lot more. My bottoms are just really short white shorts. They ride up in the back, showing my ass a little. 

Too much?

Nah, I think you look perfect. Go get em' tiger.

Don't treat me like a child you evil inner thought!

Okay okay, jeez, go...get some meat?

I'm not going to have sex with him!

If you say so...

I grumble curses to myself as I exit the bathroom. Okay Liv, all you have to do is go into his room. I make it to the third door at the end of the hallway and suck in a deep breath. Ready or not... I reach out a shaky hand towards the knob. Just turn and push...

"Olivia?" I hear Dillon call from inside his room. My breath catches in my throat. God, I love my name on his tongue. Shivers run down my spine as I turn the knob and push the door open. 

"I'm here," I whisper lightly and enter his room. I shut the door behind me slowly, keeping my eyes on Dillon who is sitting on his bed, shirtless. The view is amazing... His abs are sculpted to perfection and his shorts are just low enough to show the almighty v muscle that I love. I let my eyes drop to his short's hemline and graze the outline of his-

"Ahem," Dillon coughs softly and shift on the bed. "I thought we just came here to talk." He whispers softly. I look away from him and find myself staring at the ceiling. Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts. 

Dillon moves towards me with a sudden lustful look in his eyes. 

"I saw you looking at your desired meal, would you like to be served now or later?" 

My already hitching breath comes out in sticato huffs. "D-Dillon I don't know if that's a good idea." I breathe. Dillon's eyes rake up and down my body and then his eyes meet mine. A shudder runs down my whole body and I feel weak in the knees. 

"Don't play innocent with me Oliviaria, I know what you want."

My breath becomes labored as my thoughts do, in fact, become very happy.

"Y-you didn't put up your mental wall." Dillon breaths silently from his spot on the bed. My eyes go wide as I gasp. I cover my mouth and look at Dillon. 

"Oh..." I huff. 

"For a girl who doesn't like me, you sure do have some very unconvincing thoughts," Dillon mumbles. I blink and try to avoid his gaze.