43. I'm not touching you

OLIVER

Have I ever wondered what would happen once the five years was over and she learned the truth, maybe she pushed me away and I was in New York starting my life over? Yes.

Did my thoughts wander to her starting a family with a man who truly loved her and wasn't clouded by guilt and maybe a child or two to keep her company? Yes.

Did those thoughts ever sit well with me? Heck no! I even labelled the thoughts "my demon" and would rather blast loud music in my ears just to have something else to listen to than the consequences of my actions.

As much as I claim not to deserve being by her side, her words are infuriating as I think of someone else possibly 'replacing'-

"Take that back," I glared at her from across the table and she suddenly tensed up. "Rebecca!"

"Don't scream at me!" And just like that, she was yelling back but my expression doesn't change nor do I move from my spot. She quieted down after a while, shifting uncomfortably on her seat. "Jeez, Oliver! Don't look at