Page 52 of More than Friends

“That’s good.” I nod my head and we start walking toward the metro.

We walk without saying much more until we reach the metro station. “Do you want me to go with you all the way home?”

She shakes her head. “Oh, that’s not necessary. I know you’re the other direction.”

She holds up the bag. “Thanks for the food.”

I nod. “Of course. Have a good night. I’ll see you Saturday.”

“Night, Declan.” With that, she turns and disappears down the stairs to her train.

Chapter Nineteen

Declan

Then

Olivia and I are walkingdown the sidewalk together. We’ve just had dinner together. It’s been a nice evening. I enjoy her company. There’s a nagging feeling deep in my stomach though that’s keeping me at a distance. I’m not sure if it’s whether I’m growing more and more certain that Will has feelings for her or whether it’s because I’m trying to distract myself from Maggie and it’s not working. I’ve been thinking about Maggie constantly. I’ve been thinking about that look she gave me at the hospital. I’ve been thinking of how much I hate this distance I’ve put between us.

I keep glancing over at Olivia nervously. I mean, Olivia is perfect. I should be drooling and begging her on my knees to be with me, but I feel nothing. I mean, I feel happy when I’m around her, but not in a romantic way. Maybe it’s just because I haven’t tried to be romantic with her?

I should make a move. I haven’t been with anyone but Maggie in months. Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe once my body feels another woman, I’ll snap out of it. I’m a little worried there’s something wrong with my dick. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with my dick, I jerk off thinking about Maggie at least once a day, but I’m a little worried my dick doesn’t seem the least bit interested in anyone else.

She glances over at me. “You okay?”

I haven’t spoken in minutes. I’ve been too lost in my thoughts. I stop walking and turn to her. She looks up at me with big sparkling eyes. I drop my gaze to her lips and start to lean into her.

I get within an inch of her, and I start laughing. I start fucking laughing like a psychopath. She pulls back and looks at me, confused.

Her brow is wrinkled. God, I’m being an enormous prick right now.

“Sorry.” I’m shaking my head. “It’s not you. God, it’s not you at all.”

She pinches her face together even more.

I look down to the ground and say, “I wanted to kiss you, but...”

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