Page 50 of Olivia's Only Pretending
His hands were up in my hair. His breath was hot against my chin as he kissed his way down to my neck. My body lit up like a forest fire.
“What are we …” I stepped away. “What am I …”I couldn’t finish a complete thought.
Victor let out a long, slow breath, like he was trying to calm himself.
I covered my mouth with my hand. “I’m sorry,” I whimpered.
His eyes twinkled. “Don’t be.”
“That was an accident,” I said through my hands.
“Yeah?” he said, almost laughing. “The way you literally grabbed my face felt pretty intentional to me.”
My face went red. “Okay, it might not have been accidental, but it was definitely not thought through.”
“Like when you kissed me in your office?” Victor’s hair was messy from where I’d pulled it.
I bet my neck and cheeks were pink from his five o’clock shadow.
“These accidents that involvemy mouthjust keep happening around you.” He was enjoying watching me squirm. “You know how people say theyaccidentallyate chocolate? But really, they just can’t help themselves …”
I shook my head, knowing where this was going.
“It’s like maybe you can’t … help yourself around me?”
“Victor.” I turned my back to him, burying my face in my hands.
“I mean, actually, please help yourself around me anytime.” He grabbed my shoulders and twirled me around to face him again.
“The kisses are good. I think that’s the problem.” I gestured helplessly.
“I don’t know ifproblemis the word I’d use.”
“It’s making everything too confusing. We shouldn’t have ever gone there!”
He leaned against the doorway he’d just pushed me up against. “That kiss has been on your mind, huh?”
“Has it not been on yours?”
“Every single second,” he rasped.
I hated that the way he said this made my toes curl in my socks.
“I think the wisest thing would be for us to have better boundaries,” I said, everything in me screaming against this idea. “All this hand holding and arms around each other, and you breathing into my ear while carving a pumpkin?—”
“You liked that, huh?” Victor’s eyes looked like trouble.
“I’m saying it muddled things up! Pretending we’re dating has confused us. We’ve taken it too far.”
“I thought how good we are at kissing each other is what confused us?” He crossed his arms.
My living room was dark, with only a couple of lamps turned on. I sighed. “How good all of it feels isn’t the problem—it’s that we nowknowhow good it feels. That’s the problem.”
He grinned. “All of it, huh?”
“You are missing my point on purpose, Victor Hernandez.” I walked over to my couch and sat down.
He stayed leaning against the doorframe that I’d never be able to look at the same way again.
