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OLIVIA

It is like the whole world has faded away. Nothing else seems to matter except for the two of us.

All I want to focus on is him. Us.

My eyes drop to his lips, they look so inviting, so full and plump. I can still remember how soft they were the last time we kissed.

I don't like that the memory sends shivers down my spine. I hate how much power he has over me. The way he can make me feel so much with just a look or touch. I hate the fact that he knows he has that effect on me. It is as if he holds all the cards and I am just along for the ride.

“What are you saying to that, Olivia?”

His voice is like a caress, soft and inviting. I can't help but feel a tingle run down my spine.

What's he doing to me? His words are piercing through my heart.

There is this way he said my name. It is not the usual “Olive” I am used to hearing. He had called me “Olivia”, rolling the syllables off his tongue with a thick Italian accent.

I have to stop this before I get any more caught up in him.