I step back, loving how she fails to stifle her whimper. “I’ll be back here at five.”
“Five. Right. For, um…”
“Coffee,” I remind.
“Yeah. Coffee.” As she lightly licks her lips, it takes everything in me to not kiss her. This timid side of her is addicting, but I needto keep my mouth to myself. Lance is right; I’ll fall hard if I’m not careful. If I’m being honest with myself, I already am.
Olivia walks up the steps to her building, scanning her fob to enter. As she opens the door, she glances back once, and with the lights beaming from the entrance, she looks like an angel. With a final smile and a small wave, she heads inside. It isn’t until the door shuts behind her that I get back in the car, and I can’t wipe the grin off my face.
Dating someone like Olivia would likely be the stupidest decision of my life. When the semester is over, I’ll be back home, and will likely spend the rest of my life wondering why I put myself through the torture. Except there’s no reality that I’d want to walk away from this.
Fuck it.
If four months is all I’ll have with her, I’d rather risk heartbreak than live with regret.
3
Olivia
He kissed me… I think.
No, that wasn’t a kiss.
Maybe he just missed my cheek?
As I walk up the three flights to my apartment, I touch the side of my throat, letting out a shaky breath.
No. He definitely kissed my neck.
Was it an accident?
Why didn’t he just kiss me if he wanted to?
I thought we were hitting it off.
Unless we weren’t?
Was it in my head?
No. He asked me to coffee in the morning.
Maybe just as friends?
Fuck, I hope it’s not just as friends.
Damn, he smelled so damn good—like he walked through a forest after it rained.
And those sexy-as-fuck glasses…
And his little dimples…
And…
Fuck. I have nothing to wear tomorrow.
I unlock my door, and the moment it shuts behind me, I lean my back against it and slink to the floor, setting my to-go container and keys to my left. “I shouldn’t like him,” I tell my tiny studio. “This is so fucking stupid. His mom is Premier of Nova Scotia. Premier!” My neighbor knocks on the wall, and I shout, “Sorry, Kathy!”
My heart twists. He comes from a political family with big dreams and aspirations of his own. As soon as his internship is over, he’s gone.
