“Nah.”
My brows lift. “Really?”
“Really,” he says, looking right into my eyes. “What you saw was as far as it went.” I go back to stroking his chest while he plays with my hair. “Are you still unsure about your plans after you graduate?” he asks, and I stiffen.
“Uh, yeah. Our lease is up in May, and Ellie and I haven’t talked about it much, honestly. I think we’re both afraid to face the fact that we might not be living together anymore.”
“Your parents want you to move back, right?”
I nod against his chest.
He stalls a moment before continuing to run his fingers through my strands. “Is that what you want?”
“No.”
I don’t know if I have much of a choice. I feel him exhale like he’s relieved to hear me say that, and a pinch of guilt creeps up. I should tell him the truth, all of it. My parents are demanding that I move back home to work at the club. They have no idea it’s not what I want anymore. They don’t know that in the last year—but especially the last few months—I’ve considered not doing any of the things I’ve been promising to do. I’ve been too scared to bring it up. I already know what they’ll say.
Instead, I say nothing and allow him to hold me until I eventually drift off to sleep.
29
OLIVIA
I wakeup with one of Penn’s arms and legs draped over me. His breathing is steady, and his eyes are closed. I carefully twist to my side.
He’s so beautiful. His hair has fallen over his forehead, and my fingers itch to brush it away. He has dark brows naturally shaped to perfection and lashes so dark and thick that girls would kill for them. My eyes drift to his full, kissable mouth and that silver lip ring that somehow ups his hotness to a whole other level.
God, my mother would hate it. She’d take one look at him and be offended.
I snuggle closer, and he stirs, wrapping both arms around me. I sigh and close my eyes, trying to fall back to sleep, when something pokes my stomach. I look down and find Penn’s sweatpants tented, his hard-on pressing against me.
My first instinct is to scoot back and give him some space. He’s obviously still sleeping. But the sight of it stirs the memory of having him in my mouth last night and creates a pulsebetween my legs. I shift, attempting to rub my thighs together, but I end up rubbing against him.
He doesn’t flinch as I slide myself slowly up and down his body.Oh my God. I’m humping him and he’s asleep!I’m awful and ashamed, but I can’t stop. The friction feels too good. I’m so close to coming already.
“Fuck, Olivia,” he groans.
“I’m sorry!” I yelp, turning away so fast I roll off the side of the bed and hit the floor with a thud. “Ouch.”
“Shit.” Penn jumps up, rushing around to pick me up. “Are you okay?” He lays me down carefully, inspecting me for injury.
“I’m fine,” I snap, covering my face with my hands. My ego, however, is not.
“Are you sure?”
“I said I’m fine,” I say, my tone harsher than I intended.
He puts his hands up in surrender, and I scoot farther away. I want to bury myself in this bed and never come out.
“Olivia.”
“Hm?” I pull the blanket over my head, hiding, but a minute later, it’s ripped away.
“Why are you hiding?”
Is he serious? I’m an awful, perverted sicko! I have no idea what’s wrong with me.
When I ignore him, he crawls beside me until we’re nose to nose. I slam my eyes shut.
