Blurred Sentimentality

Angelic In a Devilish Way (Ch. 52)

Olivia

Chaz's story was unbelievable. I wouldn't have believed that his dad killed Maxin if I didn't see him pointing a gun at his own son a couple of days ago. It was really messed up and complicated, and I had no idea what to do.

"What will we do?" I looked at him hopefully.

"Nothing, and don't you dare try doing anything." He warned me. I sighed and leaned to the back. That was totally heartbreaking. I even almost forgot about my physical pain.

"You need to rest." He murmured.

"No."

"Ollie, don't argue with me." He carefully held my shoulders and lied me down, then joined me.

I tried turning to his side, but my rib ached. I could barely take a deep breath without feeling bad pain. He crossed an arm over me and kissed my cheek. He was right, I did need to rest. I didn't know how tired I was before I lied down.

I slept for about two hours before I subconsciously moved and twisted my chest. I groaned out in pain, and that woke Chaz up.

"What happened?" He asked quickly. He turned to the other side and turned on a lamp.

It felt like a knife had been stabbed right into my side, but pulled away quickly. "It's nothing big." I lied. It hurt like hell.

"Ollie? What's hurting you?" He sat up, and I sighed.

I pointed to my rib cage, and he stared at me for a few seconds before he got out of the room like he remembered something. He came back short after with an ice pack.

"This happened to me in football once. I know it's probably not as bad as yours, but this helps." He murmured as he climbed on the bed again.

"Ice?"

"Yeah, take off your shirt." He said with a small smirk.

"No, pervert." I said and he laughed.

"Seriously, though." He shrugged. "It eases the pain."

The pain was getting worse with each breath, so I agreed to do that. I tried removing my shirt, but helplessly fell to the back. He sighed and placed the ice pack down, then slowly pulled my shirt upwards.

My face turned red. That was the first time Chaz saw me without a shirt. I was wearing a small, black sports bra, but it still felt strange. The cool air roamed over my skin as Chaz's fingertips heated back the cool areas.

"Where exactly does it hurt?" He whispered. It looked like even his cheeks turned a bit rosey.

I pointed to the top left of my rib, and he applied the ice pack there. I winced in pain as the cold pressure pressed on my wound. With his other hand, Chaz caressed my cheek. It hurt like hell, and it felt like someone was digging a nail into my flesh.

"Hold on for a few minutes." Chaz murmured.

"Chaz, this hurts like hell." I cried out.

"I know." He leaned in and kissed my lips. When he tried pulling away, I raised my arms and held them around his neck, smashing our lips together again.

"Ollie." He murmured against my mouth. I softly bit at his lips to distract myself from the pain. He got closer until his bare chest touched my skin. It was like a spark of electricity; our lips together as our bare bodies rubbed.

He moved his lips to my neck and I quietly moaned out his name. I stretched my neck to the back as his warm lips radiated my skin, then went down to my collar, then to my bare shoulders. His free hand explored my body and led his lips. I froze when his hand found my shorts' zipper, and in a quick move pulled them down. I felt cold for a split second before his hand went to my thighs, and soon even the busy one followed.