To Love Jason Thorn

by Ella Maise

Fuck me, but my little Olive—the same little girl I had protected from shitty bullies—was not so little any more.

Soon enough, I fell into a fitful sleep where I was still a little girl who dreamed and wished for things she could never reach.

I entered the room after her and saw Olive sleeping in the middle of the bed, her legs pulled up into her stomach. All my anger melted off me and my heart settled down. I would have to sit down and think about what that meant.

“You should look at me like you love me, Olive, the way I’m looking at you.”

She was seeing me, and maybe for the first time, I was seeing her too. Her voice called to me as much as her eyes did, but then she hid those beautiful eyes from me, and I found myself crossing the room to get to her.

Then my lips were on hers, and her lips were on mine. We kissed long enough to cover years. In front of everyone, her lips became mine and I took her breath for myself, because I needed it more than she did.

I wanted to own those secret smiles just as much I wanted to own her beautiful heart. I wanted to be the reason for their existence.

My heart was ready to be hers if she wanted to take it for herself and keep it for an eternity.

My heart ached with love for a little girl who in some ways had always belonged to me.

“In all the ways that matter, I’m your first, Olive. Do you understand?”

He smiled back. “Look at you taking me all in,” he said softly. “Good girl.”