He lifts me up, places me back in the bed, and climbs next to me, covering us with his blanket. I don’t bother finding my shirt. I don’t have the energy to move.
He tugs me under his arm, and the warmth from his body melts against my skin.
“Penn, I?—”
“Shh, get some rest.” He kisses my head and turns the lamp off.
Sleep has no problem finding me here.
46
PENN
I wokeup feeling more rested than I have in weeks. As soon as my eyes open, I realize why.
Olivia’s naked body is curled around me. One of her legs weaved between mine, an arm draped across my stomach, while the other is latched onto my bicep.
Fuck, she feels good here. It feels right. Like I always knew it would and like it has this whole time. From the moment my eyes were on hers, I just knew. Cliché maybe, but I am a musician.
I lie there unmoving for a few minutes, wanting to feel her next to me. I’m not sure what’s going to happen when she wakes up. I have no clue why she showed up here. Last night, she said she came to yell at me, and I’m guessing the lyrics I posted might have something to do with it.
I carried her to my room after I got home, and she didn’t even flinch. She was wearing these tight-as-fuck leather pants and a sweater that smelled like straight rum. I laid her in my bed and fought the urge to slide next to her. I wanted to call her every fucking day, but I fought against it. Foolishlyhoping she’d show up on my doorstep to tell me she missed me.
She called last night, finally, but I’d been busy practicing. I was going to call her back, but I was almost afraid of what she might tell me. Did she make up her mind? Is she leaving? I’ve been giving her space because I thought it’s what she needed, but it’s damn near killed me.
I carefully roll off the bed, trying not to wake her. It was three in the morning before she passed out. I’m guessing she’s going to be hungover, so I want her to rest.
As I’m passing Pacey’s door, it opens and she strolls out, smiling wide. “Good morning.”
“Morning.”
She trails behind me into the kitchen and grabs a mug as I start a pot of coffee. Her eyes dart behind me.
“How did it go last night?” She keeps her voice low.
I give her a blank stare. I love my sister, and I’m hoping we can rebuild our relationship as it was before. We were close, but not so close that I need her to know about my sex life.
“Okay, I’m getting good vibes. You’re speechless.”
I roll my eyes and reach around her for a cup.
“So, you’re back together. That’s amazing.”
I shake my head.
She huffs. “Can you use words?”
I sigh, checking behind me to make sure Olivia isn’t coming. “We didn’t really get around to talking.”
“Ah.”
“Yep.”
“Well, I’d say it’s a good sign that she’s here. She misses you.”
“Maybe, but that doesn’t change the situation.”
“I honestly don’t understand why you guys had to break up just because you’re going on tour.”
