Page 113 of It's One of Us
“I know about prom. What happened after. Lindsey told me.”
Olivia stares for a moment until she realizes what he’s talking about. Lindsey told him? How dare she?
“Don’t be mad at her,” he says, reading her mind in that crazy way he has. “She couldn’t bear it any longer.”
“She couldn’t bear it?Shecouldn’t?”
Olivia storms out onto the deck. Perry follows.
“Liv—”
She whirls on him. “Is that why you’re so hell-bent on taking Park out? You’re mad at him because of what could have been between us?”
“I’ve always been mad at him, Liv. But my God, a baby? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t want to ruin your life.”
He grabs her hand.
“You wouldn’t have.”
“You don’t know that. I was a baby myself, and you were just starting out. Trust me, I’ve had enough guilt about it all these years.”
“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I am hurt that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me.”
“It wasn’t that.”
“Then what was it?”
“I was scared. I was scared of what it meant. I was scared you didn’t love me. You were leaving. You’d made up your mind. I couldn’t beg, and I couldn’t have taken it if I told you and you’d left anyway.”
They are shouting at each other now.
“You thought that little of me? That I would walk away from you, from us, from our family? Liv. I can’t believe you didn’t have faith in me, after all of that.”
“I did. I loved you. I still do!”
Shock ripples across his face. Then his mouth is on hers, the kiss so violent, so explosive, that she has no time to react, only to sink into him, into his body, revel in his arms, the strength of him holding her. He pushes her up on the railing, his body hard between her legs, and the heat of him drives her wild. Her legs go around him, pulling him close. His shirt is off a moment later, and she runs her hands over the broad expanse of his chest.
He pulls away slightly, as if in question, and in response she arches her back, arches into him, every line and contour of her body screamingyes!Her shorts are off now, and his pants, and he takes her, there on the deck, under the brightening sky, the seagulls and sandpipers and sea oats the only witness to their passion.
It is over too quickly, and they are left panting in the morning heat, both trying to find a way to get closer, waves of pleasure crashing through them.
“Inside,” she whispers, and he picks her up as if she weighs nothing and carries her into the living room.
They stretch out side by side, and she is amazed at how they fit together, even after all these years. So perfectly, as if they’re made for one another.
They make love for hours, until the sun is drawing low and the shadows high.
She hasn’t been this happy in a long time. Being with him again is just as wonderful as she’d dreamed.
Perry, too, seems more relaxed, though there is still a tension in him. He’s probably thinking about Park; she wants to tell him that this is their moment, not to let in the chaos they’ve managed to flee, if only for a few hours.
“Is this going to be weird?” she asks softly.
“No. Only I don’t think I could ever get enough of you,” he says, and she smiles, snuggles against him.
“Then run away with me. Stay here. We can start over, together. Take the chance we never had.”
