Page 60 of Little Liar
Instead of asking what the fuck she means, I just keep my eyes on hers and wait for her to elaborate on her ridiculousness. She either hit her head during one of our rougher sessions, or she’s caught my illness and she’s more delusional than me.
Her shoulders fall. “You’ve never taken me on a date before.”
My brows furrow further. “What?”
“We’ve never dated. We’ve never tested whether we’re compatible. What if we’re trauma bonding? Two adopted siblings with shitty backgrounds, forced to grow up together. What if you don’t really love me and we’ve just been latching on to one another since we were kids?”
I sit up, keeping Olivia in my lap. “Don’t,” I force out, holding her hips and shaking my head. “Please don’t.”
“Can we at least try it?”
I haven’t done anything wrong,I sign when words get stuck in my throat.
“I know you haven’t. You’ve been amazing. The fact you’re even entertaining me in your bed means the world to me after what I did to you.”
Our bed,I sign.
Her bottom lip wobbles. “Ask me on a date, take me for dinner, make me feel special, and drop me off at my apartment at the end of the night.”
Drop her at her apartment? What the fuck is this?
I shake my head. “No.”
“Please, Malachi.”
Why are you doing this? We’ve been fine.
Olivia must be trying to ruin my life. Why would we strip everything back? We’ve been all over each other. She told me sheloved me. She’s kissed me every morning, and we have an entire life of memories.
Technically we did go for dinner once when we were younger, and we didn’t last ten minutes before I told her to run. Doesn’t that count?
She flattens her lips and looks away. “Every date I’ve been on has been arranged by Mom. I’ve never had any control. If I said no, she threw it in my face that I owed her for saving me. She even forced me to have a boyfriend while you were locked up.”
A boyfriend I’d like to remove from existence—I even saved him a burial spot in the yard with the rest, but I continue listening, even as her eyes brim with tears.
“I’m not asking to end things. I just want to go back to the start. Not as Malachi and Olivia Vize, two people who ended up falling for each other. I want to be Malachi and Olivia, two people who have chemistry and compatibility and love and everything we missed growing up.”
We have all those things. I don’t understand. Is this her excuse to leave me? We’ve fucked around since she got here—maybe she’s bored now?
Why do I feel like I’m going to vomit?
“I never got the chance to do it with you before,” she adds, sniffing as her breaths become messy. “I’ll even let you kiss me on our first date, and there’s a rule against that.”
My little sister has always been a product of her environment, and she’s trying to take control of her life. I understand why, but what I don’t get is why she needs to do this with me.
For one, I don’t know how to take someone on a date.
And two, no.
My silence is her answer. We aren’t going back to the start. Olivia isn’t leaving my side. We live here together. We have a future. We love each other. I even offered her the chance of a family though I despise children.
I’ve lost count of how many times my cock has been inside her over the last week. I’ve woken up to blowjobs, and she’s woken up to me between her legs. We’ve cuddled, kissed, and talked for hours.
Going on a date is pointless.
She tries to climb off me, and I tighten my arms around her waist to stop her. “Don’t,” I say again, but I can see the light leaving the eyes that have been staring at me all week. I’m snuffing out her happiness, and I hate myself for it. “You…” I stop, gulping. “You want to be normal.” My arms tighten, and when my lips move and no words come out, I let go of her and sign,I don’t know how to be normal for you.
“You are exactly how I want you to be,” she says, grabbing my face and kissing me, still leaving me more than confused. “Forget I said anything. I was just being stupid.”
