Page 65 of Cabin Fever

"Wow." Olivia stared at me and her brow crinkled. "Where was this guy the past two weeks? Instead, I got Mr. Grumpington. And before you say anything, I have not officially retired that nickname."

Chuckling, I pulled her toward me. She bent over and we stared into each other's eyes. It was brief, but there was no regret in her stare. Olivia meant every word she said. It was the first time since I was a little boy that a woman watched me with tenderness instead of curiosity.

It was too much to ask for it to last, but however long Olivia would look at me in that way, I'd cherish it. At least, once she grew tired of this life with me, I'd have the memories of the time when an exquisite beauty with golden hair took my breath away with her sweet soul.

It's what kept me going when thinking back on how my mother would sing to me in bed with her terrible singing voice or when she'd ask for cuddles while she had my baby sister in her arms.

I was cheerful then, naïve but happy. And right now, after twenty-two years, I'm blissful once again.

"What about Truck Butt? At least I didn't sound like a jerk with that one." I rolled my lips together trying to appear serious.

Crossing her arms, which pushed up her breasts, she said, "Roll over."

I kept staring at her chest.

"Up here, big guy." Olivia snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"What?"

"Roll over."

I did as she said but kept my eyes on her boobs as much as possible.

There was a loud thwack and a slight sting from where Olivia slapped my butt. I turned my head. "Hey. What was that for?"

"I think I was too quick to assign you Truck Butt. Your butt is more like an Italian race car. Something that would cause people to turn and stare."

I never really thought about what I looked like to others. The most I hoped for was to be attractive enough to catch the eye of a woman on the few occasions I went to a bar. It was strange, but in a good way, to know that Olivia liked my body.

"What about you? Let me assess your backside." I turned onto my elbow to find her still gazing at my race car backside.

Olivia tucked her hair behind her ear, and I noticed the blush on her cheeks. "I thought you were sort of a breast man."

I sat up and leaned back against the pillows. Waving her over, she curled under my arm. My fingers languidly circled the soft skin on her shoulder.

"I'm an every-square-inch-of-your-body sort of man."

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