Choices We Make

09.

"Wake up."

There was a thud — loud one to be exact — the one who made Isabella scrunch her nose, shut eyes tighter to cancel all the noise. As if it's possible. The sun harshly cast itself on the pale skin tone, almost blinding her once her eyes flutter open.

"You're an asshole," she rasped out, twitching her arm to bring comforter closer. "I was having a nice, really nice dream. Now I don't know how it'll end."

Olivia's loud chuckle was heard from another side of the room. "Aw, boo-boo, I don't give a damn about your dreams. Wake up and entertain me."

Isabella coughed in surprise. This is way too early. "Entertain yourself? I'm not a clown nor do I work in the circus."

"You're indeed a clown," Olivia said with an evident smirk. "A pretty one too... come on, don't be an ass. I'm bored."

By now, sleep completely left Isabella's body and she found herself uncover head, catching the sight of Olivia. She was seated on the bean bag with Isabella's laptop resting on her bare tights. Dark hair brought into a loose, low bun, few strands tickling the sharp jawline.

Isabella inhaled sharply, feeling her chest expanding by seconds. A breathless sight of the flawless girl had thrown Isabella out of path her mind supposed to go.

She quickly shook herself out, hiding the hesitation with a forced scoff. "Go downstairs then. I'm pretty sure Sabrina is awake by now... getting ready for a run or something. You could use one too."

"Are you calling me fat?"

Isabella blinked, swiftly raised in her elbows and finally meeting gloomy eyes. "What? No, never! I just... I'm sleepy,-"

"-I'm kidding," Olivia chuckled. Her brows lowered itself, hooded eyes hiding under long eyelashes. Lust. Isabella saw the list in Olivia's clouded eyes. "But seriously. I don't wanna leave just yet... and I kinda, well, except you to return a promise you broke yesterday."

Isabella's mind went to the rushed goodbye and a long conversation with Cassie in the middle of the night. Guilt started filling itself, painting the glowing cheeks in the sun crimson red.

When she came back, Olivia was passed out. Only a head sticking out of the comforters, deep breathing. She couldn't bring herself to wake up a dark-haired woman so she hopped in the bed, expecting day will be more cleared than a night.

"I'm sorry... Um, I shouldn't have left,-"

"I'm not mad. I was indeed disappointed yesterday... blue balled isn't exactly comfortable, but I'll survive,-" she paused, crawling onto the bed with a seductive smile. "-for the right price, of course."

"Are you?-"

"Aren't you?" Olivia cut off with a low-tone.

The one why drove blonde girl crazy.

Isabella could only shake the head, laughing to herself as she felt bed dipping from both sides of her body and Olivia's intoxicating perfume tickling her nostrils.

She moved away when Olivia tried to trap her lips between her own. "I need to brush my teeth... morning breathe."

"Ah, you know I don't care. And for sure, she doesn't care,-" Olivia wiggled brows, her centre pressing against Isabella's leg. "-you left me hanging two times in the row. You owe me."

Isabella had to swallow a moan — which was hard. Olivia knows what she's doing. And it isn't a secret she knows Isabella's body better than her own.

She bit inside the cheek, asking just above the whisper. "Since when are you this needy?"

"Since I broke up with Aspen and sex in my life became nonexistent."