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OLIVIA "Fuck, she moans loudly. She really does. I just had to shut her up with a kiss," Aiden rambles, chuckling. "I know I am good in bed, but I didn't want her to put me in trouble by moaning so loudly." "And yet, she used to pretend to be the holiest girl in the whole college. What a crazy hypocrite!" My sister, Sarah laughs. I clench my fist. Is this what I get by agreeing to come to school with my sister and her jerk of a best friend who can't stop talking about his sex escapades? I almost let out a hiss. All they've been doing since we left my house is talk about sex. Can't they talk about books? Can't they talk about sci-fi movies? Can't they talk about animes? I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. I should not blame them. They're not like me. It's my car I should be annoyed with. If it had not broken down this morning, I wouldn't be in this crazy situation. "Get a grip on yourself, Olivia. I'll survive this ride," I mutter under my breath. For a mo
OLIVIA"What does he smell like? What does his touch feel like? " Ashley's high-pitched voice echoes in my ear. "You guys were standing so close, what on earth did you see in his eyes?" I let out a sharp breath, covering my ears with my hands. I am already tired of the questions she was asking. Aiden's scent? The feel of his touch? Why the hell should I know all that? And, why do I have such a crazy friend? I am not even crazy. How do I end up with a friend like that, and the only friend I have in school at that?Ashley's eyes widened. "Aiden said something to you. His voice made you wet, right? I wish it was me," She mumbled, picking her words one after the other. I shake my head, giving her a deadly glare. I somehow find myself thinking about his voice. His voice is husky, but when he spoke to me, his voice was low and gentle. His voice is enticing too. I want to hear him whisper in my ear, or read my favorite books in my ear while his hand is between my thighs.What the hell am
OLIVIAI keep my eyes on Nathan till he leaves the restaurant and disappears from my sight. I turn to my best friend, Ashley who already has a mischievous grin on her face. I am not surprised, I know she would do something silly. Ashley winks at me and then squeals loudly, attracting stares from the few people scattered around the restaurant. Damn, social anxiety is scary for this girl!I take a deep breath, letting her do whatever she likes. This is going to be one of those moments where I just let her have her fun. "I said it!" Ashey exclaims."Just shut the fuck up," I snap at her, lifting my glass to take a sip of the fruit juice I got."You fûcking like Aiden Blacksmith," Ashley whispers, leaning close to me. "And you are acting like you don't give a fuck about him."I give a half shrug. "I don't give a flying fuck about him. I don't like him, Ashley," I mutter."He's my sister's best friend. It would be weird to like him," I add."You can keep the fact that he is your sister'
OLIVIAAiden's arm, which had been wrapped around my waist, loosens suddenly. I almost trip as I move away from him.My sister just caught me almost kissing her best friend, which is out of bounds in our fûcking house."Olivia , go to your room!" Sarah's high pitched voice echoes in the living room. She is still standing by the staircase.I nod my head. I avoid my sister's gaze as I walk past her, my head bowed in shame. I know how she acts when she is angry. Sarah can destroy any fûcking time when she is mad. She is force to be reckoned with when she's upset. Aiden must know that too – he has seen her blow up before. "What do you think you are doing, Blacksmith? How dare you even consider messing around with my sister! She is my sister, for heaven's sake!" Sarah's voice rings in my ears.I enter my room and sit on my bed."She is only eighteen, you are not supposed to try doing shits with her," Sarah continues, her tone still shrill and angry.I roll my eyes. Saying my age is unn
OLIVIAYou know that moment that feels like the world has stopped spinning and everything goes still. All I can hear is the beating of my own heart .I look up, and our eyes meet. His deep brown eyes hold mine, and for a moment, it feels both of us are the only people in the room. How can I possibly imagine being alone with Aiden freaking Blacksmith A.K.A biggest fuck boy in school?"I am so fucking happy for you," Ashley whispers in my ear, and I look away from Aiden's intense gaze.I lift a shoulder in a half shrug. I am not surprised my best friend is so hyped that I will be stuck in the same room with Aiden. Is this not what she has been expecting?I sense someone else standing in front of me. My gaze flickers up to meet Aiden's. My fingers curl into fists, and suddenly, I worry about how I look, with me having to look up at him. Do I look pretty or sexy? Or do I look like a nerd or a little kid?"Ladies first," Aiden murmurs, picking his words one after the other. The words sl
AIDENI fill a glass with water and take a long drink, trying to wash away the fog in my head. I always need a drink after a night out, and tonight had definitely been a late one. I definitely overdid it on the drinks last night. I take another long drink of water, trying to banish my cobwebs from my brain. Alcohol always does a number on me, and last night was an exception. The kitchen door creaks open and I know who it is without turning around. It is Bryan, my roommate and best friend. We share a house off-campus, and even though I am easily annoyed, I get along with him better than anyone else. We have been friends since high school, and I trust him completely.Bryan walks over to the sink and fills a glass of water for himself, then drains it in one long gulp. He turns to face me having a blank look on his face. "You are not going to tell me what happened last night," He probes. "What?" I ask, giving a half shrug. I know exactly what he is getting at, but I can't let him kno
OLIVIAI flip through the remaining pages of my biology textbook and realize that I have covered most of the material in a short amount of time. The corners of my mouth tug upwards. I deserve a pat on the back. Now, I can focus on the other classes I am taking.I have a habit of studying ahead in my classes, ever since high school. I have found that it is not only helpful for tests and exams, it also helps me to relax and have less stress. Plus I will be working part-time this year, so it is especially important for me to stay ahead. My family is not wealthy, but my father makes enough money to support us. Still, I have personal goals that I need to save for, like traveling to visit my mother in another state during our summer holiday. Since my dad can't help me pay for that, I need to find a way to earn money on my own.After school, I am going to start looking for a job, my first job ever. While I don't have any work experience, I am sure I can find something that is a good fit
OLIVIA "Nathan," I call his name, blinking my eyelashes rapidly. Imagine crashing into your crush like that. It is so embarrassing. I want to sink into the floor and disappear. I am sure Nathan thinks I am the clumsiest person on earth. But, I am not usually clumsy - just when I get nervous or restless which seems to be happening a lot lately. "Sorry, does it hurt?" Nathan asks, looking down at me. I reach up to touch my forehead. It is a little sore, but not too bad. I shake my head. "No, it does not really hurt," I reply. “Are you okay?” He questions. “You're a bit out of sorts.” “I am okay,” I answer. Even as I said the words, I know they are not entirely true. Physically, I am fine. But, mentally, I am a mess. I have so many thoughts and emotions swirling inside of me, and I don't know how to make sense of any of it. Nathan tucks his hands into the pockets of his denim jeans. His golden hair falls over his face, framing his handsome face. And damn, he looks