Her hands flattened on my chest. “It’s okay.”
“You planning on passing out on me again?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Good.” I let out a deep breath, and then said, “I don’t know what this is between us. I don’t know if it’ll ever amount to anything, Olivia. I’m not?—”
“I know, okay? You don’t have to explain yourself. I know there are many complex moving pieces here. I’m not expecting anything of you. I just…needed to say what was on my mind before this night came to an end.”
I offered her a subtle nod in understanding. My gaze zeroed in on the action when she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. So fucking pink. So fucking plump. And then she took a step back like I had done a few minutes ago.
She was drawing a line in the sand. Letting me know where she stood. And while I appreciated it, I wondered if she’d still be standing in that exact place weeks from now.
Or if she’d flip her stance and realize what everyone else already knew about me—that I wasn’t the kind of guy you waited around for, nor was I the type of person you gave chance after chance to. I wore the Taylors name well in that regard. Because despite the Taylors family maintaining a solid reputation, we all had closets we liked to keep locked.
The accusation I threw at her was evidence enough. I was talking out of my ass when it came to her cheating on Lennon, but that was only because I didn’t know how to handle the current situation. I spiraled and spewed words that did nothing but chisel away at her to divert the attention away from me. But she eventually snapped, eventually learned.
It was better that the spotlight was on her, anyway.
It’d be back on me soon enough.
I watched as she backed away, her green eyes on me until she reached the doorway. Her hands reached out to steady herself. “I see you now, Weston.”
Yeah, and I couldn’t help but feel like that was a mistake.
“You can’t hide from me anymore.”
“You sure about that?” I questioned, drinking her shadowy figure in with my gaze before she was gone for good.
“Positive.”
And then she disappeared, taking that scent with her that I loved so much as the hallway swept her away. It was quiet enough that I could hear her heels, until eventually, that faded, too.
Just like our one stolen moment.
