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She bites her lip with an innocent look in her eyes as she gazes at me. “Do you not wear pajamas to bed?” she asks, taking note of the sweats and T-shirt I threw on.

“No,” I say, rubbing my jaw. “I usually just sleep in my underwear, Olive, but I’m trying not to be inappropriate.”

“Oh!” Her eyes go wide. “Yes, keep your pants on.”

I cock my eyebrow. “But not my shirt?”

“I-I mean, you could take that off if you want. That’s… okay.”

Without a second thought, I grab my shirt from the back of my neck and pull it over my head before tossing it to the floor. Olive is trying not to look, biting her thumb and looking away.

I brush my lips over her ear. “You’re allowed to look at me.”

Her eyes rake over my chest and torso, and she clearly likes what she sees. “You’re, uh… very fit.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Professional athlete, remember?”

“It shows,” she whispers, and all I feel is smug satisfaction at the way she’s so affected by me right now.

I lean down and capture her lips again, losing myself in the way her tongue swipes over mine.

God, I could kiss her all night.

Panting, Olive pulls away slightly. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“Alright, Liv,” I reply, pecking her one last time. “Let’s get some sleep. Then I’m going to kiss the hell out of you again when we wake up.”

twenty

Olive

So,itturnsoutShirtless Lane is dangerous.

Was he carved from fucking stone? I didn’t know anyone could have muscles like that.

I’ve thought he was cute since I first met him, but now that I know what’s hiding underneath, I can fully understand why he has a kid. He’shot.

Seeing him like that gave me that unfamiliar sensation in my lower abdomen again. The same one I felt at Sage’s lesson earlier this week.

Is it possible that I know what that feeling is? Yes. But I’m so repressed sexually that I can’t say for sure.

I’m in my twenties, but I feel so far behind all my peers. The past six years have done such a number on me.

True to what Lane said last night, he kissed the hell out of me when we woke up this morning.

God,I like kissing him.

I’ve been closed off for so long, but kissing Lane makes me feelalive.

I hardly know him, but he sees me. Hegetsme. I can’t help but feel completely at ease with him, and it means everything that he seems to care so much about me.

While I play the memories in my head, I rinse yesterday away under a stream of water in Lane’s en-suite bathroom.

I’m taking a minute to myself as well.

I have so much fun with Lane, but I’m still nervous that this is going too fast. I didn’t even know him a month ago, and now I’m here wondering if he’s going to kiss me again when I walk into the living room.

And I’m hoping that he does.

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