Page 75 of Finding Olivia (Trace + Olivia 1)

He was serious and I was flabbergasted.

“Me?” I squeaked, causing him to chuckle.

“That’s what I said,” now, he was grinning, but his eyes were still serious.

“Stop looking at me, you’re going to crash the car!” I exclaimed, needing a reprieve from the intensity of his stare.

He laughed. “I’m not going to crash.”

Maybe not, but he was certainly going to give me a heart attack.

He pulled into the campus parking lot and before I could talk myself out of it, I asked, “Do you…want to…uh…come up to my dorm…I mean-” I stuttered.

He silenced me with a kiss.

“Is that a yes?” I asked.

“That was definitely a yes,” he winked. My eyes widened, hoping I hadn’t given him the wrong impression. “And no, Olivia, I don’t expect anything, so stop looking at me like that.”

“Sorry,” I blushed, and got out of his car as quickly as possible, walking briskly to the dorm entrance.

“Don’t be sorry,” he caught up to me easily and his arm wrapped around my waist.

He followed me up to my room and I stopped at the door, turning to look up at him, a question arising in my mind. “How did you get in the dorm that night and figure out which room was mine? They keep the main doors locked.”

He grinned, the panty-dropping one, and replied, “I have my ways.”

“Oh, I’m sure you do,” I mumbled, opening up the door, and quickly closing it behind him.

“It’s pretty nice in here,” he mused, looking around, taking everything in.

“For a dorm, yeah. Avery and I tried to make it homey,” I shrugged, kicking my shoes off, and letting me feet sink into the fluffy yellow rug we had purchased to hide the tile floors. “I wish she’d take that down,” I nodded to the Drake poster.

Trace chuckled. “It is kind of…large.”

I removed my jacket and hung it on the hook attached to the door. “Make yourself at home,” I motioned to the small space. “No need to just stand there.”

“Does this mean I can make myself comfortable on your bed?” He raised a dark brow and his stare caused a fire to roar through my body.

“Anywhere you want,” I swallowed and took a step back.

“Anywhere?” he stepped forward so that the distance I had created was affectively cut off.

I nodded as he removed his jacket.

I kept backing up and he kept following until I bumped into the desk next to my bed.

His arms caged around me, locking me in.

I gulped, staring up at him with wide eyes, feeling like a cornered animal.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive skin below my ear, as he said, “I can see your pulse racing,” his hand cupped my neck and my heart skipped a beat in response. “I like that you’re affected by me.” His hand trailed lazily up and down my neck. I shivered, eyes closing. “I really missed you while you were gone,” he whispered huskily, his lips brushing over my cheekbone.

“Y-you d-did?” I stammered.

“Very much,” he murmured, cupping my chin and tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. “You’re special to me, Olivia.”

“I-I am?” My voice faltered.

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