OLIVIAI gaze out of the car window. I see the familiar houses and notice the silent street, I realize that the cab is almost at Aiden's house.Butterflies start fluttering in my stomach, and the corner of my mouth curls up into a lopsided smile.I can't help but smile. I can't help how excited I feel inside of me. Soon, I will be at Aiden's front door, and his brown eyes will meet mine, they will pierce through me, making me feel weak in the knees. Wait, what is happening to me? Why am I feeling this way? This is not the first time I have been to Aiden's house or seen him. Why do I feel this way?When it comes to Aiden, I act like I have never met him before. I act like I have never tasted his lips. I act like it is the first time we are meeting. I don't know why it is like this.I fish out my hand mirror from my purse, and check my face in the mirror. I also pull out my lip gloss, and apply it to my lips, still looking at myself in the mirror. I have become too girly these days.
OLIVIAStanding in front of me is Aiden fucking Blacksmith.Just him standing there is enough to make my eyes pop open and my mouth fall open, of course. I can't help it. I just don't know how to act normal around him. There he is, his chest bare and water dripping down from his hair. The only thing he is wearing is a pair of shorts.I look him up and down, my eyes taking in every detail. His hair is dripping wet. I almost want to run up to him and rake my fingers through it.I swallow hard, trying to get a grip on myself. I can't run up to him. He would think I am crazy. My eyes move lower, to his chest, where his pink nipples catch my eye.Why do they look good, though? It won't be bad to run my tongue over them. Oh damn, it is not a bad idea. My eyes move lower still."Olivia,"I look up sharply, cheeks burning. My tour of his smokin 'hot body has to end here.My hands ball into fists. I can't even bring myself to look him in the eyes. I keep my gaze fixed elsewhere. I am doing
OLIVIAMy mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. I can't speak. I gulp down a breath, trying to calm my nerves and clear my head.Is Aiden messing around with me, or is he being serious?Why would he want to take me out? What is his end game? What is going on in his head? Is everything okay with him? These questions spin through my mind, but I can't ask them all at once. I stand there, pressed against him, trying to organize my thoughts.Aiden presses his lips against mine, silencing the thoughts in my head for a moment. That is it. Whenever he touches me or kisses me, my thoughts will scatter like leaves in the wind. What a fool I am! He sucks on my lower lip, kissing me slowly. The kiss is different from the first one, it feels more like something borne out of desire, rather than his usual playing teasing.I know that the kiss means nothing to him. I know there is nothing romantic going on, but I can't help myself. He kisses me like he is madly in love, like he can't get
OLIVIAI step out of the car, slamming the door so hard that the sound seems to echo. I swallow hard, knowing that I have done something stupid but I won't let that get to me. I look around, my eyes taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Where are we? Is this really the venue for our date? "There is no need to slam the door like that," Aiden says as he comes to stand beside me. I lift my shoulder in a half shrug, refusing to look at him. “ You can't tell me what to do. I can slam the car door if I want. Are you worried your car door will break?" I retort."No,” He replies. “ I am just worried you'll hurt your hand by slamming the door so hard.”“ I am fine, so leave me alone,” I blurt out. “ What's the matter with you?” Aiden demands.I fold my arms over my chest, fighting the urge to face him. I can feel the laughter bubbling up inside me, but I have to hold it in. This is not the right time to laugh. I am faking an act. I have to keep up the act. I am trying to act like I am m
OLIVIAI step into a pile of leaves. My heart leaps into my throat as I worry I will lose my balance, but I quickly steady myself. "Be careful," Aiden’s voice resounds in my ear from behind me. I just nod my head, my gaze fixed on the ground in front of me to avoid tripping. All of a sudden, Aiden's hand clasps mine. His hand holds mine, and our fingers intertwine. I swallow a lump down my throat as I turn to meet his gaze."I thought you were carrying two things in both hands," I utter. "I need to hold your hand, so you won't fall," He replies.He walks beside me. I notice that he is really carrying a small bag and a small basket in one hand. I have no idea why he is carrying them, but I suppose it must be for a good reason.“ Is that your way of being a perfect gentleman?” I ask.“Sure," He answers, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “ If I can't keep you from tripping, who can?” The corners of my mouth curl into a smile.I can't help but smile; Aiden Blacksmith a
OLIVIAMy lip quivers between my teeth, and I can feel my cheeks flush with color. I know I must look like a beetroot right now, but I am too wrapped up in the moment to mind. There is silence between us, the only sound I can hear is the chirping of birds and the rustle of the warm breeze through the trees.The warm breeze blows my hair, causing stray strands to fall over my face before being carried away by the wind.I swallow a gulp down my throat. His eyes are locked on mine, and I am starting to feel nervous again.I said I didn't care about keeping eye contact, but now it seems like I have butterflies in my stomach. I am so fucked."And, why are you not saying anything?" Aiden asks, his voice cutting through my thoughts.I give a half-hearted shrug, tucking a few loose strands of hair behind my ear. "So, you really want to spend time alone with me?" I ask."Yes," He replies."Why?" I press."Do you really need me to answer that?" He shoots back. I send him a glare in response.
OLIVIAAiden glances at the phone, then turns to me. " Excuse me," He utters.I nod my head. At least, he asked before answering the call. It is a small victory, but I will take it. A win is a win.I watch Aiden pick up the phone from the blanket and bring it to his ear.Fuck, the phone is not on speaker mode. I won't be able to hear what their convo is all about. What is wrong with me? Why do I even care about what they are talking about?I should not care about what they are saying, but I can't help myself. When do I become so nosy? It is as if it started just now.Aiden's mouth tilts into a lopsided smile. I swallow hard, as a knot forms in my chest.What is Aiden talking to my sister about that has him beaming like that?My fists clench, my fingernails digging into my palms. What is wrong with me? It is just a phone call. Aiden and my sister are just friends. I should not be feeling this way. But the more I think about it, the heavier that knot in my chest becomes. I am a mes
OLIVIAI pack my things carefully into my bag, making sure not to forget anything. After double checking that everything is already there, I sling my bag over my shoulder, ready to leave."Olivia!"I hear Aiden call out, but I pretend not to hear him. I need to get away from this place, before he gets there. I don't want to see him. I don't want to talk to him. He should just leave me alone.I step away from the blanket and begin putting on my sneakers. I can hear Aiden's footsteps approaching, and I know he will be here soon. I need to get away quickly. I finish putting on my sneakers and walk away. I am walking at a brisk pace, but I'm not running.Before long, I find myself standing outside the garden. My eyelids drop as I realize that I won't be able to have the sweet moments here again. Maybe someday I will come back, either alone or with my best friend. I turn on my phone and tap open the map app. Fuck, I can't believe I came all the way here with Aiden without even knowing
AIDEN Three months later… “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Aiden!" I wish I could block my ears so I wouldn't have to hear them singing this birthday song. I think it's really cringe. I don't even know what to do, how to act while they sing. I just stand there, my eyes locked on my girl. She's the only one whose singing doesn't make me cringe. Olivia has a big smile on her face, like she is more excited than I am and I'm the one clocking a new age. She even organized this whole thing, insisting I should celebrate with friends. And somehow, she got me to agree. So, here we are, having a mini party at my place with Bryan, Sarah, and Ashley. I turn 21 today. I'm in a better place; I feel loved. That's a good reason to celebrate. Olivia walks over to me and hands me a knife. "You can cut the cake now," She says. I nod and smile at her. Just as I position the knife and about to cut the cake, a voice interrupts me. "Don't cut the cake like it's your opp," Bryan jokes
OLIVIA Why the hell am I freaking out? It's just a date—a date with my boyfriend. This isn't the first, second, or third time I am going out with him. So, why am I feeling flutters all over my stomach? What's wrong with me? It's funny, even though he told me we are just going to see a movie, I can't help the butterflies in my stomach. It's always been like this. Whenever I see him, a part of me feels like a little girl getting her favorite treat. Is it normal that I still feel this way about him, even though our relationship is more than a month old? I can't get enough of him. I don't think I ever will. I know what I need now—a damn grip on myself. I haven't even picked out what to wear yet. If Aiden shows up and I am not ready, he'll tease me about how I always make us late. I really don’t want that. I walk to my closet. It’s just a movie date, right? Something simple will do. I consider jeans but then think better of it. I want to wear something cute. A mini dress it is. I grab
OLIVIAI blink my eyes open, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.The first thing I feel is the warmth beneath me, the gentle rise and fall of Aiden's chest. His breathing is the only sound I want to hear. I raise my head, letting my gaze linger on his face. He's still asleep, calm as ever. There's something about seeing him like this that makes my heart flutter. His messy hair falls across his forehead, and I reach up to brush it aside, my fingers lightly tracing his skin. He stirs a little but doesn't wake, only tightening his grip around me.A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I think about us. What I love most is that, no matter what happens, we always find our way back to each other. We choose each other, again and again. If that is not love, I don’t know what is.I press a kiss to his chest, then shift just enough to reach his lips, kissing him there too. Is this what forever feels like? With him, wrapped in his arms, it certainly feels that way.Enough of
AIDENI slide into my car, the loud bass from the party music fading as the door closes behind me. I slam my fist on the steering wheel, regret boiling inside me. I’ve never regretted anything in my life, but this might be the first. I wish I’d never come to this party, let alone convinced her to join me.Where the hell is Olivia? Who did she follow? Why did I leave her alone like that? My mind spins, and the more I think about it, the more I blame myself. This is all my fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid, she wouldn’t have left.I don’t want to be here at this party anymore. But, I can’t just drive home, not knowing where my girlfriend is or who she is with. I pull out my phone—this is my only hope. If I can reach her and know she’s safe, at least half my worries will be eased.I dial her number. I heave a sigh of relief as the ringing echoes through the car. At least the call is going through this time, but she doesn’t answer.A line forms between my brows. Why isn’t she picking up?
AIDENI lean against the wall, watching Marcel pace back and forth in front of me. We're in a dimly lit room, the smell of smoke thick in the air. I take a long drag from my cigarette, feeling the familiar burn in my lungs. "When did you get back from Italy?" I ask."Two days ago," He answers.I had been with my friends at the main venue of the party when I spotted Marcel. I remember thinking it was the right time to tell him about my decision to leave the drug scene. Marcel has been quiet since I broke the news, I wonder what's on his mind."Aiden," He calls out, pulling me from my train of thoughts. "Are you really sure about this? You're just going to walk away from everything?"I exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl up toward the ceiling. "Yes, I'm sure," I say.I know this news shocked him. I never imagined I'd reach the point where I'd decide to quit drug dealing, the life I've known for so long. But, it's time. I've chosen to leave the darkness behind, and there's no turning
OLIVIASarah squeezes her eyes shut, then slowly opens them again."I know I haven't been a good sister to you. I've never treated you the way an older sister should," She admits.My eyes widen. Where is this coming from? Is she just messing with me again?"Why are you saying all this?" I ask. "This isn't like you. You never care how you treat me, whether I like it or not."Sarah takes a deep breath. "You're making me feel worse than I already do. I know I've been awful. Deep down, I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn't stop myself."She continues. "When our parents divorced, I completely lost myself. I didn't know how to handle the pain, let alone be there for you. So I started hanging out with my friends, and I abandoned you. I know that too.""I was lost too," I say, my lips trembling. "We could have supported each other, but even before the divorce, you were never there for me. It was always you and your friends. You never cared about me."Sarah rakes her fingers through her hai
~ TWO WEEKS LATER ~OLIVIACrazy. That is the only word that comes to mind as I stand in the middle of the crowded room, the noise and chaos around me growing louder. My eyes sweep the room. Smoke fills the air from countless cigarettes. The music is blaring. Bottles are littered across the floor. People are grinding on each other, drunk and reckless. If they're not smoking or making out, they're definitely drunk. Some are doing all three at once.I've been to a few parties before, but none as wild as this. This is insanity. What should I call this? Aiden's world? And where the hell is Aiden? He’s still not back from the car.Aiden and I arrived at the party just a few minutes ago, and he had to go get his phone, which he forgot in the car, while I chose to stay here and wait for him. I regret that decision now. I should’ve just followed him back to the car. Aiden invited me to this party. He said it had been a long time since he attended one, and he wanted me to go with him. You
AIDENThe warm breeze washes over me, sending shivers across the skin as I reach the lake. The lake is our favorite place - always calm in the afternoon, with a secluded spot we've claimed as our own. We’ve been here countless times before Sarah decided to call it our special place. It’s become a routine for us to visit two or three times a week. But now, I am not sure how much longer that will continue. I have a girlfriend and she’s Sarah’s sister. How much more complicated can things get?I spot Sarah, her back turned toward me. The plan is to sort things out with her. No matter what, I shouldn’t argue with her too much or let her get on my nerves. I walk closer and sit beside her. Sarah exhales smoke from the cigarette she is holding, then passes it to me. I take a drag, inhaling deeply before blowing out the smoke.“So, you’re going to marry my sister now, huh?” Sarah blurts out, still not facing me.I raise my eyebrows. “I would love to,” I mumble.Sarah spins around to face me
OLIVIAI step out of my car and head toward Aiden's doorstep. I take a deep breath and ring the doorbell. After waiting a moment without a response, I move to press it again. But before I can do that, the door swings open, and my brown-eyed boy stands before me.“Hazel,” Aiden says, opening the door wider to let me in.“Hey,” I murmur.“You’re beautiful,” Aiden whispers, pulling me into a hug, his hand gently stroking my hair.“Beautiful?” I blurt out. “Don’t try to flatter me just to make me feel better, I’m sure I look like a mess right now.”“You look stressed, but as beautiful as ever. You never look like a mess, and you never will.”“Aiden - ”“You don’t see yourself the way I see you,” He murmurs, his breath tickling my ear.I close my eyes and rest my head on his chest. If I weren’t so stressed, I’d love to kiss him like my whole world depends on it. He’s so sweet.We hear someone clear his throat, and we quickly pull away from each other, turning to see Bryan standing there."