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She laughs softly, “I would kill you too, if I were her.”
I nod. “Do you want to study with me after school? My study group is pretty dope, consisting of myself, myself, and myself.”
She laughs louder now but nods, “I would love that, I’m terrible in biology.”
“Why? It’s nature,” I shrug.
“Cakes I know, humans and animals are confusing…”
“Ronan?” Liam claps, and I flinch to glare at him.
“What?” I grit.
“You did it again,” he claps now, applauding me. He downs his scotch and puts the glass—a little more like slams it—back on the table.
He is light-headed, and I’m sure he is a little tipsy, if not drunk.
I stand. “Cross-check the new list with the original wedding invitation list. If you find anything out of place, let me know,” I sip my scotch. “I have to attend to some important business,” I add, and without giving him any time to reply, I stomp out, taking the short stairs down the patio and then the long curve of stairs up to the main door.
I have no business to attend to. Or none I want to attend to right now.
Everything can take a backseat while I indulge in this brief moment of weakness.
I know I should keep my head clear and my mind sharp on finding Barbara’s killer.
But here I am, stepping into the private security room, picking up the remote on the table beside the monitor, and going to sit on the armchair in the corner of the semi-dark room as I pull up the live feed of Olivia’s room.
I didn’t stop to think that she might be naked and thank fuck she isn’t.
It would have been too hard for me to overlook, not after tasting her lips yesterday and feeling her soft body on mine.
I set the glass down on a coffee table beside me, my eyes never leaving the screen as I watch her eat the sushi I chose for her.
I know she loves it, and it’s good to see that after all these years, these things, just like my feelings for her, have stayed the same.
Chapter Ten
OLIVIA
Day 2
Ronan is in my bed.
A part of me is aware that this is a dream, but another overwhelming part of me wants to believe this is true—that this is happening.
I keep my eyes closed.
I don’t want him to leave.
I want him. This dream feels so real. His hard-pressed erection burns, grinding into one side of my hips.
It feels good.
It feels really good. It feels good to feel his hand move between my thighs, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
He keeps trailing his fingers on my upper thigh, and my stomach flips back and forth. My heart keeps spinning three hundred sixty degrees, and even though he is not doing anything more than dragging his fingers along my skin, every part of me burns under his touch.
I’m burning in need. I’m burning to soot. I’m burning like I do every single time I let myself think about what Ronan would do to my body as a grown man.
