Page 171 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

Avery nodded in agreement.

“Here ya go,” Trace grinned as he handed me a plastic bag filled with cotton candy. He sat beside Luca, across from me, with blue cotton candy.

“How do I eat it?” I eyed the fluffy candy.

Three sets of eyes looked at me like I was crazy.

“Seriously, I don’t know,” I added.

Avery giggled. “You grab it, Livie.” She shook her head. “Like this,” she demonstrated, reaching into the bag, and tearing a chunk of the candy fibers. She promptly stuck it in her mouth.

“Oh,” I mumbled, embarrassed, and mimicked her action.

The three of them watched me take a bite.

I winced at how sugary it tasted.

“It’s…okay. Too sweet though,” I tentatively took another bite, licking the threads of candy off that had stuck to my fingers.

After a few more bites, I had had my fill, and handed the rest to Avery.

“You can have it,” I shoved the mostly uneaten cotton candy in her hands.

“You didn’t like it, did you?” Trace chuckled, grabbing a handful of the blue fluff, and shoving it in his mouth. “Tell the truth, Olivia.”

“Not really,” I admitted.

“It’s not for everyone.” He grinned mischievously. “I, however, have quite the sweet tooth.” He winked. “And you have such a sweet p-”

I jumped from the table before anything humiliating co

uld come out of his mouth. “We better get going,” I grabbed his hand and dragged him away from the table. “I don’t want to miss out any of the rides,” I told Luca and Avery.

Avery snickered. “Uh-huh. That’s exactly why you’re running off, Livie!” She called after us.

“I hate you,” I glared at Trace, but I couldn’t stay mad for more than a few seconds, because a piece of blue cotton candy was stuck to the corner of his lips, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. So, I did.

“You say you hate me, and then you kiss me. Woman, I can’t read these mixed messages,” he chuckled, finishing the last bite of cotton candy, and tossing the plastic bag in the nearest trashcan.

“It makes me mad when you start spouting about that kind of…” I crossed my arms over my chest, floundering for the right word, “stuff, in public.”

“And what stuff would that be?” He grinned.

“You know…” I paused. “You were about to say the ‘P’ word,” I hissed under my breath.

“What ‘P’ word? Popsicle? Potato? Pistachio?” He raised a brow.

“You know exactly which word I’m talking about,” I hissed.

“You mean,” he enunciated each word carefully, and leaned down to my ear, “pussy?”

“Yes! That one!” I cried, pushing him away with a gentle shove.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “but you like it when I lick your pussy and it’s so sweet.”

“Oh my God!” I covered my face, wishing I could disappear.

“Don’t hide your face,” he grabbed my hands and pried them away.

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