Page 151 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

I woke up, blinking rapidly, to clear my vision.

Where was—

Oh, crap!

I sat straight up, looking wildly around me.

Holy crap, I fell asleep on Valentines Day while my sweet, thoughtful, boyfriend made me a romantic dinner.

Award for worst girlfriend ever goes to—insert drumroll—Olivia Owens.

I pushed the blanket off of my body, and stood, looking around for Trace.

At that moment, the door to the apartment opened, and Trace strode inside, with two steaming steaks on a plate.

Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t sleep that long.

“Hey,” he smiled, “you’re up.”

“Yeah,” I smoothed my fingers through my hair. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

He shrugged, and put the plate down on the counter.

“You needed your sleep. I’m glad you were able to get a nap,” he started fixing the food onto plates.

“Still,” I mumbled, “it’s Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s just a day, Olivia,” he smiled. “It’s not a big deal, I swear.” He put a hand to his chest.

I took a deep breath and decided to drop the subject.

“Can I help?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he grinned and pointed to the small table behind the couch, “you can park your sexy ass in one of those chairs. That would be helpful.”

“Fine,” I grumbled, and pulled out one of the chairs, dropping into the seat dramatically, “Here I am, being helpful.”

He bent and peered at me underneath the cabinets. He faked a gasp. “Look at you, doing as you’re told, I might have to give you a sticker.”

“I like stickers,” I laughed.

“Then I’ll make sure you have all the damn stickers in the world,” he chuckled.

“Just the unicorn ones,” I joked.

“Glitter colored unicorns?” He asked.

“Of course,” I feigned annoyance, “and they have to have pink manes.”

Plates clattered in the kitchen. “This is the weirdest conversation ever,” he snorted.

“Regardless,” I propped my head on my hands as he rounded the corner with our food, “I still want the sticker you promised.”

“That can be arranged,” he grinned as he set the plates down. He went back to the kitchen to grab utensils and our drinks.

“I could?

?ve helped you, you know,” I gazed up at him as I cut into my steak.

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