I pulled my shirt over my head and started working on my belt. That’s when she turned around and pressed her tits against the glass, making me laugh.
“Bout time you came in here. What took so long?”
I pushed my jeans down and stepped out of them. Opening the shower door, I stepped inside.
“I didn’t take long. You’re just impatient,” I said, grabbing her waist and pulling her chest to mine.
She looked up at me with a wide smile.
I moved my hands to cup the back of her head, brushing her hair away from her wet skin as I looked down at her. I watched her smile fall away as she examined the seriousness on my face.
“What’s the matter, Ollie?”
“What makes you think something’s wrong?”
She shrugged. “You have that serious look.”
I took a deep breath as the guilt punched me in the stomach yet again. I knew he was right. Once she found out that I was the reason her dad was dead, there was no way she’d stay with me. Fear consumed me. Worry ate at me. I didn’t know whether to hide it from her for as long as possible, or to come clean and hope she could forgive me. Then I thought back to earlier that day, when I had promised to tell her everything.
Deep down, I knew I couldn’t trust a crime boss. There was always the chance that he’d agree to my deal, take the car, and then turn on me. He could tell her himself so she’d turn against me. In that case, I knew she’d react better if she heard it from me. But the question,what if she leaves,kept playing through my head on repeat.
I leaned in and pressed my mouth to hers, kissing her soft and slow. She kissed me back, letting my tongue explore her mouth as I savored her, letting every second burn its way into my memory: the way she felt against me, the way she smelled, the way she tasted, how her hair felt wound around my fist, the way she sounded when I’d sink into her, when she’d beg me for more, when I’d push her over the edge.
“Ollie, you’re scaring me,” she whispered against my lips before leaning back to look me in the eye. “Why are you being so serious right now? This is almost over. We should be celebrating.” She smiled.
This is almost over.
That was exactly what I was afraid of.
Chapter 23
Amelia
He didn’t have to say a word for me to know that something was weighing on him. I could sense it in every move he made. I could feel it in his kiss. I could see it in his eyes. I could hear it in his voice, like the buzzing of electricity moving through a light bulb—you don’t hear it until you focus on it, but once you do, you can’tnothear it. It’s there, loud to nobody but you. It’s never-ending and irritating. There was something between us, and I needed to know what it was.
He dipped his head forward, resting his forehead against mine. His eyes closed. “I have to tell you something.”
I swallowed over the lump in my throat.
“OK,” I said, my voice slightly shaking with fear.
He pressed his lips to mine and held them there, almost like he was afraid he’d never get to kiss me again.
I broke the kiss. “Is whatever you have to tell me going to change things?”
His jaw flexed. “Yeah, I think it will.”
“Then don’t tell me,” I blurted out.
“I promised you that I would tell you everything,” he reminded me.
“Why now? Why not earlier, when we were having that conversation?”
He shrugged. “Earlier, we were distracted. We had a job to do. But now…” He took a deep breath. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it. And tomorrow, everything could change anyway. I mean, we’re going to steal a car. It’s not like the cars we’ve been stealing to get from point A to point B. This is a big job. One little slip and we’ll have the police on us in a second. We could be arrested and charged. You could get locked up for the rest of your life, and as much as I don’t want that to happen, I think you need to know who you’d be throwing your life away for before you do it.”
I let his words sink in, and I nodded in understanding. “OK, but not tonight.”
“What?” His brows drew together.
