Page 98 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

I quietly opened the door from the garage that led into Avery’s house. I had text Avery before I arrived and she gave me the code so I could get inside the house.

I turned around, easing it closed, and locking it with a soft click.

“Well, well, well, look who’s doing the walk of shame and it’s not my little sister,” a guy chortled behind me.

I turned around, biting nervously on my bottom lip.

Even though it was almost noon, he was only wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. He was drinking straight out of the bottle of orange juice and scratching his crotch.

I snorted. This had to be Nick.

He had shaggy strawberry blonde hair that hung just past his ears and he was huge. His height dwarfed my small size and he was built like a stocky football player. He had to be at least six-foot four.

“You must be Nick,” I responded, a slight squeak to my voice.

“And you must be…actually, I don’t know,” he chuckled.

“Olivia,” I answered.

“My sister’s roommate?” He raised a brow. “What are you doing here?”

“Family troubles,” I replied. No way was I telling him all about the soap opera my life had become.

“Gotcha,” he scratched his chiseled chest. “Avery wouldn’t tell me,” he winked. “I thought if I played dumb you might give me more information. So,” he looked between the door and me, “if you’re having family troubles, and staying here, where have you been?”

I pressed myself flat against the door, wishing I could slip right through it.

“Leave the girl alone, she was getting her brains banged out by a sex-god,” Avery smirked at her brother as she stood in the hallway outside of the mudroom. “And she better tell me all about it.”

“Avery!”

“Don’t deny that you went to him last night. I have radar for these things,” she eyed me, disappearing into the kitchen.

I scurried after her so that I wasn’t left alone with Nick again.

I sat down at one of the barstools while Avery made a bowl of cereal.

Nick pulled out the barstool beside me and I bristled.

“Hungry?” Avery asked, holding the gallon jug of milk in her hand.

“I already ate,” I told her.

She grinned. “I bet you did.”

“Avery!” I exclaimed again.

She chuckled, grabbing a spoon from one of the many drawers. It would take me years to explore every nook and cranny of this large house.

“After your all night sexathon you should probably eat something with some protein. Build up your endurance,” she winked and sat down on the other free stool beside me. She leaned around me and leveled her older brother with a glare. “Nickolas, leave,” she warned.

“No,” he smirked, “I want to know what girls talk about when guys aren’t listening.”

“I guess you better spontaneously grow a vagina because we won’t be talking about anything in front of you,” she snapped. “Come on. I’ll eat in my room,” she grabbed my arm, dragging me behind her, and upstairs.

She opened the door to her room and I found that it was pretty similar to her side of our dorm room, in the fact that it was a mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere and junk was stacked on her tables, dresser, and bookcases. I wondered how she ever found anything.

The walls were painted in a bright Kelly green and her comforter was the same color. All the furniture was white.

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