Chapter 19. Your Little Girlfriend

“Should’ve turned on the light,” I said, took a quick glance at the hallway, and closed the door.

Olivia said nothing, just stared at me.

And I burned. I wanted to fuck her till her ice broke, and she moaned my name.

“What do you want, Olivia?” I said, ripping my leather jacket off.

I was done with the games. I wanted more than sex. And for some reason I have still not been able to make out, the woman was holding out on me. It was like there was a huge wall between us, and everyday I had a growing suspicion it was bigger than what happened in high school.

Right now, her eyes were expressionless as she stared at my chest, but I noticed her knees pressing together.

It was a slight movement; any other person would have missed it, but I knew her too well.