"You had a little to drink last night," he replies.
"Why are you shouting?" His laugh echoes around me, and what was once a favourite sound of mine has now reverted to distain. "Sshhh."
"I made you a cup of tea, but in case you aren't ready for caffeine, there is a bottle of water and some paracetamol on the side table." His hand strokes my arm, and a shiver rolls over me, lulling me into almost forgetting how dreadful I feel.
But then I panic and sit bolt upright. "Molly," I squeal.
He grabs my hand. "Calm down. Sophie has taken her to the zoo. You're good."
I clutch my chest and wonder if I might be sick. "I need to use the bathroom."
He shifts off the bed, and I gingerly climb out. "Feel free to have a bath or shower," he says to my retreating back.
I want to curl up and die.
I spend an obnoxious amount of time in the bathroom and end up soaking in the bath for well over half an hour when he taps on the door. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah."
He enters carrying a bottle of water and passes it to me, unscrewing the cap before he does. I drink it slowly at first, then end up finishing it and leaning my head back against the tub. "I'm so sorry, Olly."
His hand dips into the water, and he swirls it around. "Me, too.” I was such a foolish idiot. "Do you remember what you said last night?" he asks.
I let out a deep breath and turn my face towards him. "Yes."
"And now?"
I reach into the water for his hand and grip it in mine. "I love you, Olly," I whisper.
He leans towards me, and his nose strokes mine. "I love you, too," he replies just before his mouth brushes against mine.
I squirm and deepen the kiss, pulling him closer, the water sloshing over the sides. He laughs against my lips, and I'm grateful for his spare toothbrush I used. Otherwise, I wouldn't be kissing him right now.
When we come up for air, he sits back. "How about you get dressed and we'll make some breakfast?"
I nod, and he passes me a towel. The water drips off my skin as his eyes soak me in. "On second thought…" His hand cups me between my legs, causing me to gasp. "I think I'd like to start with you."
He slides a finger inside me, which is quickly joined by another as his thumb circles my clit.
"Fuck," I curse.
Gripping his shoulder, I rest my wet forehead over his chest. He drops his head against my neck and lets out a growl as his fingers hook inside me, hitting the spot I needed them to be so badly.
OLLY
After I manage to get her to eat, we go and sit on the sofa. She’s wearing a pair of my joggers and a t-shirt. Damn, I hate my body for not being up to the task of ravishing her right now. I can’t keep my hands from roaming over her body though, needing to touch her.
“So, Lottie, how did she find you?”
I shake my head. “She saw an article in the paper and called the gym. The rest is history, can you believe she lives less than half an hour from me?”
“It’s fate.”
I kiss her temple. “I still can’t believe she wanted to. She’d been looking for me, too.”
Rachel strokes circles over my tattooed arm. “Well, believe it.”
“You’ll love her. She’s so down to earth.”
