Chapter 57: Let Me Touch You
Chapter 57: Let Me Touch You
Olivia's POV
I was about going to bed when I got a whiff of a familiar smell. I instantly knew it was Louis.
I didn't need to check—I already knew he was right outside my door. His scent was too close, too intense.
Not wanting him to barge into my room, I sprang out of bed and headed for the door, deciding that whatever he had to say, he could say it from the hallway. But the moment I pulled the door open, I was met with a sight that made me hesitate.
Louis stood there, breathing heavily, his body glistening with sweat, and his usually cool brown eyes now burned with something wild? Hunger? Desperation? I couldn't tell. Before I could even form a sentence, he shoved me gently but firmly back into the room, stepped inside, and closed the door behind him. Then he pressed himself against the door.
I furrowed my brow, confused. "Louis, what—?"
But the moment I saw his eyes—those burning, untamed eyes—I knew something was wrong.
He didn't say a word. Just leaned against the door like he was trying to hold himself together, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with the effort of restraint. His shirt clung to him, soaked with sweat, and then, unexpectedly, he began to undo the remaining buttons.
One. Two. Three.
I watched, dumbfounded, as he shrugged it off, letting it fall to the floor like it meant nothing. And gods… his chest. All muscle and heat and raw power, flexing with every breath he took. His body was tensed like a predator fighting a leash.
My eyes dropped lower—unintentionally.