Olivia

Chapter 29 (Olivia's POV)

I have music playing, and I'm cooking spaghetti for myself. I have been craving it.

I hear a light tap at my door. Could that be Tina? I doubt it. She just left for home this morning. Things between us are going alright. She seems to want the same thing that I do. She is very much ok with us being in a no strings attached relationship.

I pull open my door, and there stands Simone with a huge gift beside her. I'm, pleasantly, surprised. I didn't think she would come back here anytime soon. She is smiling, and I smile back at her.

"Come in."

She struggles with the gift, so I help her.

"I told you, you didn't have to get me anything."

We manage to get it inside.

"I wanted to. It's no big deal."

"Well, thank you!"

I start stripping the gift right there.

A huge easel! I keep saying I would get a bigger one but never got around to it. I love it! I hug her real tight. It's hard not to show my appreciation and excitement for my new gift.

"I love it, Simone. Thank you!"

She, reluctantly, hugs me back.

"You're wel-"

I cut her words with my lips. At first, she is stiff, but then I feel her kissing me back. I pull away, putting my finger to my lips.

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away."

She shakes her head, seeming not to mind my kiss. I grin and ask her to help me take it to my extra bedroom.

We manage to take it to the room, and somehow, she gets stuck in a small space between the wall and the easel. I'm laughing at her, and she pushes me as she makes her way out. I'm falling towards the bed, but I grab on to her, pulling her with me. She lands on my lap, and my arms are holding her in place. She is turned sideways, and I hold her there. I squeeze her in my embrace, and there is no better feeling that this right here. I wish I could stay this way forever with her.

"Let me paint you."

She turns to look at me shyly, "why do you want that?"

I, myself, don't know the answer to that question, but then the most honest thought flows from my mouth.

"Maybe, that's all I'll ever have of you."

She tries to stand, but I'm not ready yet.

"Don't run from me, Simone."

She stills, and I turn her face to me, closing the gap. I take her lips, and, instantly, she is kissing me back.

I kiss her tenderly and whisper in between kisses, "Stay with me?"

It comes out more as a question than a statement. I don't know why I asked her that. I know how complicated our situation is, but underneath it all, that's what I truly want. I want her... I want her to be mine.

I turn her swiftly, causing her to lay on her back on the bed. I make sure to stay lodged between her thighs. I kiss to her jawline. She is not pushing me away, she is not holding back. I push against her core, and she pins her thighs around my torso. I kiss down to her neck, and her back arches as her head falls back, creating even more room for me. I push both of my hands under her top and roam up to her breasts. I cup them bot  simultaneously. I feel like I want to make the most of this moment. I don't want to stop.

"Olivia..."

I caress her breast  and lick up her neck. Her hands are spread out next to her, gripping the sheet. I grab the end of her top with both hand  and take it of  quickly. I push her back on the bed, and my mouth goes to her stomach. I star  gently, nipping up her stomach. I kiss that same trail down her body. As I reach her waistband, I slip my tongue wickedly slow along that area.

"Sssss..."

My hands go to her button, getting ready to finish undress her. She grabs both of my hands in hers.

She is panting, "Olivia, we can't. We shouldn't."

She is trying to get in a sitting position away from me. These are the last words I want to hear right now. Each time, I can only have a little taste of her. Each time, I have to be reminded that she isn't mine. Each time, I have to stop. I feel so angry by our situation. As sanity comes rushing back, so does my anger. I stomp at the wall and fall back on the bed, not saying anything.

Simone doesn't say anything either. She is putting back on her top, trying to straighten her composure. She turns to me, and she kisses me ever so sweetly on my lips. Without another word, she is gone.

I fall back on my bed, and I don't know where that much tears came from. I cry like I have never cried for anything else before.