Hundred and Twelve

They lost track of time. Olivia had once read somewhere, that when you were with someone you deeply cared about or loved, you would wish that time could stop so you could freeze your moments with them. Or you could be with them for hours, and yet it would only feel like a few minutes. She'd never experienced those things before.

Until now.

And up until now, she would have sworn that that romance books were too dramatic, but in the last few days, her views had drastically changed. It was indeed true that because of a man, your knees could buckle, your heart could race, and you could be lifted to heights of ecstasy and pleasure you never once dreamed possible. It was true that fiction could become real life.

"We're like two magical Wolverines," he said into her hair after he must have kissed her for like the fiftieth time that day.

Olivia chuckled. "You're forgetting there's only one wolf here,"

"Well, that's true, sorry, I forgot in the heat of the moment."

"The chemistry between us ha