“We both had too much to drink.” Her excuse is weak and she knows it. “I don’t think we knew what we were doing.” Bullshit. “Fucking look at me if you’re gonna lie to me, Olivia.” Her eyes snap to mine, and I don’t like what I see. They’re red rimmed, her bottom lip wobbly. What the hell is going on? This is so damn simple. There’s no reason to cry, because I’m right fucking here, wanting her, like I have from the moment I saw her. I may not have any experience with relationships, but I know well enough that this shit I’m feeling isn’t one sided.
