Chapter 60: MY Line
Chapter 60: MY Line
Louis' POV
Breathlessly, I waited for her to tell me—to request what she wanted—and fuck, I was ready to grant it to her. Right at this moment, I was ready to give her the world. That was how good she made me feel. All through my twenty-three years on earth, I have never felt this good.
Slowly, I turned to Olivia, who lay naked beside me. My eyes trailed her naked form—from her pointed red nipples, which were begging to be sucked, to her cleavages, and then I trailed down to her stomach and the neatly shaved pussy I couldn't get enough of. God, I wanted to devour her again. I wanted to worship her body one more time, but I knew that was never happening. Olivia wouldn't allow it. She knew I was now myself—the drugs had worn off.
"I have nothing in my mind. Perhaps I will tell you tomorrow," she said suddenly.
I looked at her, staring at her beautiful, enthralled face as she stared into space like she was in deep thought, while I lay there wondering what she was thinking. Was she regretting it? What the hell was she thinking?
"You should leave," she said coldly.
The words hit me harder than a punch to the gut.
You should leave.
Just like that—flat, cold, emotionless.
I blinked, unsure if I'd actually heard her right. My heart, which had just been racing with desire and something dangerously close to affection, suddenly felt like it had been dunked in ice water.
She didn't look at me. Didn't meet my eyes. She just kept staring at the ceiling like I was nothing more than a passing thought. I was supposed to be acting this way, not the other way around.