Chapter 39. Cleopatra and Antony

Olivia lay on her chest, her naked back exposed and shiny under the warm lights. 

“Cleopatra and Antony,” I said, slowly drawing rings I imagined being wedding rings on her back.

“Mmm.” she responded, her voice groggy with sleep. 

I watched her, entranced by her many personalities. 

Her default was the fierce businesswoman, arrogant and cocky, smart and intelligent.

And other times, she was the sexy hot vixen, dripping allure like hot lava. 

But her other personality was soft, the sweet girl with full cheeks, and deep dimples when she smiled.

The version of her that stayed in my brain all these years.

“We’re heading for doom,” I said quietly, and that wiped the contented smile off her f