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“Lane!”she cries, falling over the edge and into full-on bliss. “Yes, baby…”

Baby is what does me in. The affectionate nickname pulls my own release out of me, and I shout Olive’s name as my cum coats my stomach, leaving behind the sticky mess I made while watching my girlfriend orgasm.

We both take a moment to collect ourselves. Liv tosses Delaney to the side, and I grab some tissues to clean myself up. When we’re both functional again, I lean back against my headboard, and she lays across her bed.

“That was so good, baby,” I smile.

Olive returns my smile, letting it brighten up her dim bedroom. “Yeah… really good.”

I scrub a hand over my face and sigh. “It’s only been a day, and I’m already missing you like crazy,” I admit.

“I miss you, too, Lane.” Her voice is soft and sweet, showcasing some vulnerability. “But I promise I’ll be here for you when you get back.”

“I know you will.”

She looks at me affectionately, eyes heavy and ready for sleep in her post-orgasm haze.

And I enjoy the moment for what it is.

I don’t know if Olive realizes yet, but we’re at the start of forever. I’m not going anywhere; she has me wrapped so tightly around her finger.

I’m falling in love with the woman who is quickly becoming my best friend.

But that’s not entirely true… because there’s no “maybe kinda” about it anymore.

I can see it clear as day in the depths of her green eyes.

I’m already in love with Olive Finch.

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Olive

Thepastfewweekshave been dragging. I’ve been spending as much time with Sage as I can, and we still have our weekly lesson as we prepare for the spring recital, but Spring Training is only half over. We’ve still got a few weeks before Lane, Lucia, and the guys come back home.

Those of us still in New York have taken to congregating together most days, helping pass the time while we miss our partners and friends.

Right now, we’re all at Rory’s, enjoying ourselves in the kitchen while Sage plays with her toys and watches Bluey in the living room.

“I hate that we still have a few weeks until they come home,” Harlow sighs, tipping back her glass of wine. “I’m going crazy without Knox.”

“You’re going crazy without his dick,” Rory chuckles.

Harlow groans. “I know. Damn him for having such a good dick.”

Ella has a look of concentration on her face. “Why do we always end up talking about dicks when we’re together?”

“I guess we just know what we like,” I shrug. The girls gape at me in shock. “What?” I say dismissively. “I’ve been learning what I like.”

“Have you slept with Lane yet?” Lo asks curiously.

“No,” I breathe. “I think we’ve done everything that isn’t sex, though. I just… I need to build up slowly, you know?”

“Of course,” Ella says. “You’ve been through far more than most people, Liv.”

“Everything has moved one step at a time. But I think we’re getting closer.” My voice is lower now. “I finally let him see me naked before he left for Florida.”

“That’s incredible,” Rory smiles. “I imagine it took a lot for you to be comfortable with that.”

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