Olivia

Chapter 28

Standing at my kitchen sink, I can't get Olivia off my mind. I fight with myself to forget her, but each time, my mind goes right back to her. The feel and taste of her lips on mine is the sweetest thing I have ever experienced.

Arms wrap around my torso, and I'm startled back to reality. I turn to try and give my husband the attention he deserves. I return his kiss, but they cannot compare. They aren't as sweet. They aren't as soft. They just don't fit as well. His kisses and touches don't excite me near as much as hers does.

His hands go to my ass, and there is nothing really. She makes me realize that so many things are missing. There is no pounding of my heart. There are no butterflies. There is no sensation coursing through my body. There is no electric shock to the area he focusses his attention on. Why? Why can't I feel the same thing for him that I feel for her?
Even in the moments that I don't want to think of her, I do. Even being wrapped up in my husband's embrace doesn't make her fade away. How wrong can I be, falling for my husband's niece? How do I even move on from this mess?

I try my hardest to push her away from my mind, but I want it to be her in my arms. I want it to be her who is kissing me. I want it to be her who takes me to bed. I know she will not leave me unsatisfied. Something tells me she will do more than he ever could.

I can't go through with this right now. This isn't what I want. I push him away, saying I'm not in the mood. He keeps trying to seduce me, but in the end, he gives up.

I wonder how he truly feels. I wonder if I give him butterflies. I wonder if he needs to be with someone else to experience all the sensations I am just experiencing.

I walk out the door to soak up the night air. I pull out my phone, and without even thinking, I call Gladys. I start crying the instant I hear her voice.

"Hey, hey. What's going on? What's wrong? Do you need me to come over?"

She sounds so worried. I don't think I have ever called her sounding so broken in all the years of our friendship.

"I can't feel any of the things I feel for her, for him, Gee. I hate that she had to show up and turn my life upside down. I wish things could just go back to normal."

"Mo, come over. Now. We will spend the night together. We will talk."

She ends the call, and I go inside to pack an overnight bag. Maybe being with her is what I need. Maybe she will be able to talk some sense into me.