count me in… but shouldn’t you be celebrating with your teammates?
i see them every day, i’d rather celebrate with you
Though Charlie didn’t regret hitting send, she was instantly struck with a panic upon seeing what she had written. Was it too forward? Would Olive even appreciate it? Based on their earlier conversation, Charlie knew that she was clearly the one who was way more into Olive than she was into her. But she also knew that keeping her thoughts to herself never benefitted her. Charlie had done that all her life, and she was tired of it.
Charlie sighed, and glanced up to notice that most of the players had already left the room.
She really was caught up in this woman. Charlie shook her head and followed the rest of the remaining players out of the locker room.
that’s sweet
sure, i’d love to see the olympic village
great, meet me at the coffee shop?
Charlie sent her a Google Maps link to the shop, then tried her best not to whistle as she made her way there. With a hat on and general hurried demeanour, she was thankfully not stopped by anyone as she walked through the village. It was probably all the star power combined—since everyone around her was special, it meant no one really was, which worked to her benefit then.
When Charlie arrived to the coffee shop, she saw Olivewaiting outside for her. Though Charlie had seen her this morning, and from a distance during the game, Olive was perhaps even more beautiful now.
Maybe it was the high from the win, or the high of knowing that she’d see her all night, but she was practically floating on air as she approached Olive.
“I see you found something to wear,” Charlie said as she stopped in front of her. She was probably too close for comfort, but she had employed all her self-restraint to not kiss her right then and there, and this was the best she could do.
“Eventually.” Olive tugged on her black hoodie and then glanced up at Charlie. She smiled at her obvious good mood.
“Congratulations to you, gold medalist,” Olive said. Charlie laughed; Olive really did know nothing about sports.
“Not gold medalists yet, but we are still in the running. I mean, it wouldn’t be my first gold medal,” Charlie said this with the pompous air she most frequently saw from Blake, and it seemed to work, because Olive laughed.
“Hmm, do they have gold medals in cockiness?” Olive moved closer as she asked, glancing up at Charlie.
Charlie stepped closer to her, and she was sure the hunger in Olive’s eyes matched hers as she dipped her head lower. Olive captured her lips before Charlie could react, sweeping her up in those kisses Charlie was already obsessed with.
Someone behind them whistled, and they pulled away reluctantly. Charlie assumed the passerby had already moved on, as no one in particular lingered when she glanced around, but the spell around them was broken, replaced with the more humoured tone they had shared earlier.
“So… have you ever had a sleepover in the Olympic Village?”
Olive furrowed her brow. “No, but what happened to your roommate?”
“She found a new room for the night.”
Olive slipped a hand through Charlie’s and gestured for her tolead the way. “I guess I’ll be finding out whether those beds are made of cardboard or not.”
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
OLIVE
Olive probably should’ve paid moreattention to where Charlie was leading her, but with her warm hand in hers and Charlie’s assured walk through the area, Olive had blissfully checked out the part of the brain that told her to be on alert. It was not a feeling she had often, and it reminded her of the intense concentration she’d felt watching the game.
She liked it. Perhaps too much.
When she’d gotten so used to living inside her own head, operating on 110% at all times, the moments where she could “check out” were few and far in between. This moment now, walking hand-in-hand with one of the most attractive women, no, people, that Olive had ever seen, she was in pure heaven. The promise of what was to come in Charlie’s room was not lost on her—and she was hoping to enjoy some even more heavenly scenes tonight.
The elevator ride to Charlie’s floor was silent, as Charlie ducked her head when a few other athletes entered the elevator. Olive had no clue who they were or for what sport, but they hadDanish flags on their clothes. Olive only politely smiled and let them get back to their conversation.
When the elevator arrived on the fourteenth floor, Charlie led her out and Olive smiled again to the Danish competitors.
