Page 49 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

Heat rushed through my body, and I knew not even the ice cream I was currently eating, could smolder it.

Damn Trace Wentworth.

He finished his sundae and waited patiently for me to finish mine.

“I’m sorry about earlier. I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” he leaned back in the chair.

Ugh, couldn’t he have just kept quiet about that?

Men.

I waved my hand in dismissal.

“I really am,” he added.

“Can we just not talk about it,” I pleaded.

“Sure,” he shrugged, clasping his fingers together. “Whatever you want.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, staring down at the ice cream like it was the most interesting thing I had ever seen.

“You get embarrassed easily, don’t you?” He questioned.

I sighed, looking up to meet his eyes. “Yeah. I like to believe it’s a byproduct of being raised by my dad and not just me…being me,” I shrugged.

“Everyone gets embarrassed now and then,” he replied.

“Even you?” I looked at him in disbelief.

“Even me,” he chuckled. “Just not as much as I used to when I was an awkward tween,” he winked.

I doubted Trace had ever been awkward or as easily embarrassed as I was. It seemed impossible. He was always calm, cool, and collected.

I finished my ice cream and Trace drove me back to the dorms.

“Well,” he grinned, looking over at me, “goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” I smiled back, opening the car door.

I was closing the door when he exclaimed, “Oh, Olivia!”

“Yeah?” I opened the door wide and leaned my head inside.

The panty dropper smile graced his lips, causing a fire to erupt inside me. “I hope you dream of me.”

My heart skipped a beat, and he chuckled, having caused the desired effect.

“And I hope we’re doing all kinds of naughty things,” he added and then began to laugh at my bug-eyed reaction.

“I hate you,” I hissed

“Hate is such a passionate word, Olivia,” he grinned, reaching up to push his dark hair out of his eyes, causing my mouth to water. I wanted to be the one pushing that hair out of his eyes.

I eased my head back out of the car, but before I closed the door, I hissed, “And I hope you dream of me passionately shoving my foot up your cocky ass.”

I slammed the door closed but it did nothing to hide his booming laughter.

I stomped up to my dorm room cursing his name, because I knew now, that I would certainly dream of all the naughty things I wanted to do with him.

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