Holy shit. Olivia’s in a dress. A dress that flows over every curve. Curves even I didn’t realize she had, and I’ve done more than my fair share of looking. I am temporarily struck mute. I want to tell her that she is gorgeous, breathtaking, astonishing. That the second I saw her my stomach dropped with something that goes so far beyond lust that I can’t even name it. I can’t tell her any of this though, so I do what I’ve always done. I try to pretend she’s no longer there.
