“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.
