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She's trouble of the devious, manipulative, too-fucking-hot-for-her-own good variety. Sashaying into Peter's office like a runway model, all long-legged and tan with big green eyes and a knowing smile. She's the kind of girl who causes trouble merely by existing, and then makes sure to cause more.
That's why we're perfect together. You never speak and I never shut up. You're so lucky you found me."
You can run to see yourself succeed, Olivia, but don't ever run to see someone else fail."
There's a small muscle at the corner of his jaw that pops when he's mad. That muscle and I are practically family I know it so well.
Moments like this almost make me wish I were a better person. The kind who makes other people happy. Or at least not the kind who makes them miserable.
Olivia Finnegan is so pretty that you feel compelled to look at her even when you don’t want to. You want to memorize the delicate structure of her face, her full rosebud mouth. She’s so pretty that pretty isn’t even the word for it. It’s something that makes me feel like I can’t breathe on the rare occasions I see her smile.
“All of this you’re feeling,” he says, “it’s like a person running beside you, shouting shit in your ear to tear you down. But it can only change the way you run if you choose to believe it.”
“I would do anything to fix this for you,” he says quietly, “and it kills me that I can’t. Tell me what to do.”
“You already make everything better,” I tell him. “And you’re the only one who ever has.”
I wanted to tell her that I want all the same things, and want them only with her. I want a thousand boring nights in, sitting on a ratty sofa listening to her malign newscasters and make fun of their guests. That I want to spend my entire life keeping her safe, even if it means sleeping on the couch outside her room to do it. That I’ve never wanted anything in my entire life the way I want her, and the idea of giving her up makes giving up climbing pale by contrast.
Will kissed me like it was something he couldn’t live without. As if he was suffocating and I was oxygen.
I’m shocked and thrilled, and that it’s the best day of my life. And the whole time I watch Will, knowing I’d give it all up for him—my wins, the team, my future—if he only wanted me enough to take it.
“To look at you and know that you made your choice and you didn’t choose me?”
“I’ve been far from honorable for a long time,” I tell her. “And I’m not being honorable now either. I’m here because I love you. Because I’m so in love with you, I can’t see straight.”
“Then you should probably try it while you have the chance, Olivia,” he says softly, his mouth pressed to my ear, “because I’m going to be the first and the last.” I want to not smile at that but I can’t help myself. “The last, huh? Pretty sure of yourself.”
