Olivia

Chapter 20

Last night, when I got home, I was so mad at myself. I can't believe I got mad. Why should it matter who is with Olivia? I have my husband. He should be my only concern. I tossed and turned for forever before I finally fell asleep.

This morning, the first thing on my mind is that kiss. I jump out of bed, refusing to let this incident play out another time in my head.

In the shower, where I am hoping to rid myself of last night, memories come flooding back. I can remember how my body felt being so close to hers. I can remember the smell and taste of her. That taste of cherry mixed with a little alcohol. Her lips felt, and tasted like heaven.

As I wash my body, I can't help but wonder how her lips would feel over other parts of my body. My mind travels to Tina. I know she has been fortunate to enjoy a night with her. I feel so jealous of her. I feel so mad. Mad at myself, mad at Olivia, for coming here.

I finish my shower and go to the kitchen. I plan on going over to Gladys today. I cannot be in this house with Olivia all day.

"Good morning," a voice says behind me.
I don't even turn around. I know that voice all too well.

"Morning," I say.

There is no sound. I'm grabbing some leftover food from the fridge, and as I turn to go to the table, she is just there watching me. I look at her for a split second, but then continue to the table. She doesn't say anything for a while. She just stands at the counter with her back turned to me. I feel like I'm trying my hardest to gulp down my food as quickly as I can. I need to be gone.

I take my plate to the sink, and turning to head out, she grabs my arm.

"Can we talk?"

I feel that familiar feeling when she touches me. I feel like this part of my arm is more alive than any other area on my body. Everywhere that she touches, react.

I pull my arm from her and fold them under my breasts, waiting to hear what she has to say.

"I'm sorry, Simone. I was way out of line last night. I wish I could say it was the alcohol, but it really wasn't. I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again."

I don't even know how to respond. I'm not sure there are any words that I can say in response. It's clear it was a mistake to her. I know it shouldn't, but that further infuriates me.

"It won't," I say, and storm off.