Page 78 of Love to Hate You

If it weren’t for me, Olivia wouldn’t have experienced half the things she did at BU. Like the Halloween party last year where I made her dress up like a sexy devil. She couldn’t bend over without flashing her panties. Or when I secured us fake ID’s freshman year, so we could hit the bars and dance clubs. Or when we rushed Alpha Sigma Tau sophomore year, got accepted, and then decided we were happier being a sorority of two. Or when I signed us up for intermural kickball.

Yeah, those were some good times.

And do you know who Olivia has to thank for all those enriching college experiences?

Yup, that’s right.

Me.

Come hell or highwater, Olivia is losing her virginity by the end of senior year. There is no way I can send her out into the world at age twenty-two with her hymen still intact.

That cannot happen.

Breaking eye contact, Olivia glances at the marine biology book splayed open in front of her. “Well, we went to the diner off Maine street, the one that serves breakfast all day. I ordered hash browns with cheese and banana stuffed French—”

I roll my eyes.

Olivia loves breakfast so much that she would happily eat it for every meal. Which, I suppose she could now that she lives on her own, but thankfully doesn’t.

What I’ve already discerned is that if the highpoint of this story is the banana stuffed French toast and hash browns, she didn’t come anywhere close to punching her V-card.

How disappointing is that?

When I give an exaggerated yawn, she frowns.

With my hand in the air, I twirl my wrist in a circle. “Can you please get to the good part?”

Looking offended, she confirms my suspicions. “Um, breakfast was the good part.”

“There wasn’t any kissing or making out?” When she just stares, I perk up. “How about an accidental boob graze? Did that at least happen?”

This line of questioning is apparently considered offensive because she pokers up in her chair as if someone just shoved a two by four up her ass.

“Of course not! This is the first time we’ve been out.” She folds her hands in front of her and says in a clipped tone, “When he kissed me goodnight outside my apartment, I told him I wasn’t that kind of girl and needed to take a physical relationship slow.”

I narrow my eyes, trying to decide if she’s screwing with me. “Please tell me you didn’t say that.”

“Of course, I did.”

“So…was the plan to never see him again? Because saying something like that will do the trick.”

“Then I don’t see him again.” She shrugs. “I’m not going to be pushed into something I’m not ready for.”

I drop my chin to my chest and huff out a sigh. “You are aware that you’re twenty-two years old, right?”

“Yup.” Sounding philosophical, she says, “When the time is right, it’ll happen.”

“Or you’ll just die a virgin,” I mutter and throw my hands in the air. “No biggie.”

“Can’t miss what I never had,” she shoots back.

“Well, I can’t argue with that, now can I?” And I’m not even going to try.

Olivia grins, realizing that she’s managed to wiggle out of our uncomfortable conversation. “What about you? Can’t say that I wasn’t shocked to see you and Carter getting along so well. I was expecting bloodshed and tears at the party last night. You can imagine my surprise when there was none.”

She’s going to flip out when I tell her what happened with the guy I’ve always considered my arch-nemesis.

I smirk. “Unlike you, my dear, I got a little action last night.”

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