Page 115 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

“Of course you can, darlin’,” Warren covered a cough.

I looked beside me, at Trace, nervously chewing my lip.

“Looks like we’re snowed in,” he grinned, rubbing his hands together. “This is going to be fun.”

???

It was official. I had the worst luck ever.

Honestly, who goes to meet their boyfriend’s family, and ends up snowed in at their McMansion?

This girl, that’s who.

Trace and I ended up hanging out with his brother, and watched movies for most of the afternoon, before eating dinner, and heading upstairs to go to bed.

Trace opened the door to what I assumed was a guestroom, but when he flicked the switch and the room was illuminated, I knew it had to be his bedroom. The walls were painted a light gray and the bedspread on the king sized bed was charcoal and red stripes. The tip-off, that it was Trace’s room, was the baseball memorabilia scattered around.

“Nope,” I bumped back into his chest. “Nope, nope, nope, nope! I can’t sleep here,” I turned around, and tried to escape out the door, but he was blocking it.

“Yes, you can,” his eyes darkened. “It’s my room, and it’s my bed, and I want you in it.”

I gulped. “But your mom and-”

He snorted. “They’re not from the dark ages, Olivia,” he pinched my hip lightly. “Besides, their rooms are all on the other side of the house, and Trent’s room is in the middle. Even if that wasn’t the case, these walls are really thick.”

“Trace!” I shrieked.

He answered with a chuckle, and picked me up by the waist, tossing me over his shoulder.

He ran across the massive bedroom and dropped me on his bed.

He gazed down at me and wet his lips. “Now I have you right where I want you.”

“Trace,” I warned but he silenced me with his mouth. He was really good at doing that.

He hovered above me, careful to keep his weight from pressing against me.

I pushed at his shoulders lightly, and he pulled away, gazing at me quizzically.

“We really-”

He cut me off with another kiss.

He pulled away again and pressed his hand against my mouth. “I’m going to keep kissing you until you give in.”

I glared and stuck out my tongue in an effort to lick his hand.

He grinned and wiped his hand on his jeans.

“Try that again, buddy, and I’ll bite your hand,” I cautioned.

“Promise?” He asked with playful wide eyes.

“You’re so weird,” I pushed his shoulder, and he rolled off me onto his back, and pulled me with him so that I was straddling him.

He reached up and cupped my cheek. “We don’t have to do anything, Olivia. I’m perfectly content to lay here and hold you in my arms.”

I snorted. “Yeah, it really feels like you’re okay with that,” I ground my hips against his.

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