#joemillersmut

I left the office to go to a site. I didn't need to go but it was a better alternative than being stuck in that office with her. I didn't even hear the door click shut behind me over the sound of my own heartbeat. Didn't matter. What's done is done.

And for once, I was glad she shut me out. Glad she didn't try to argue or cry or ask me why. I saw that tear, yeah but I also saw the way she squared her shoulders after. The way she pretended I was just a boss, just another asshole with a title. She was quick about it, cold in that way she didn't usually let herself be. I hated it but I needed it.

We'd finished the week. She'd get her hours. and then we'd both move the hell on. That was the deal now.

By the time I got to the job site, I felt lighter. Not good, but lighter. I walked the perimeter, checked in with the foreman, barked out a few corrections on framing measurements that had been pissing me off for a week. The guys gave me space, they always did when I came in tight like this.

By the time I wrapped up and got back to the office, the sun was already slanting low. I pulled into the lot, half-expecting her car to still be there.

It wasn't.

I looked toward her desk and saw the neat stack of papers, everything in order. Final job listings, organized by deadline. A printed summary of contacts, notes from a guy we hired the week prior and a list of tasks she'd scheduled out in the project manager for the next three weeks.

Didn't say goodbye. Didn't leave a note. Just dropped everything off like she couldn't stand to be in the same room another second longer. I'm honestly surprised she left everything so neat. It felt like I deserved to come back to my office wrecked.

I sat at my desk for a while, flipping through the papers like they mattered more than they did. In reality, I didn't read a single word. I decided it was best to head home before I let my mind start to wander again.

The house was quiet when I got in. Sarah had left a note on the fridge "Out with friends. Don't wait up. Love you.". She always left me notes like this. That same casual handwriting .

I dropped my keys on the counter, peeled off my shirt, and made my way down the hall without turning on a single light. The weight of the day hadn't hit me until I stood in the bathroom, door shut behind me, the only sound was my own breath.

I turned the water on hot. Let the steam rise. Then stepped in.

It was a relief, more than anything. The kind that sinks into your bones and slows everything down. My shoulders dropped for the first time all day, the heat pulling the tension out inch by inch. I tilted my head back, let the spray hit my face.

But I couldn't stop seeing her.

She'd stood right here. Arms raised, eyes closed, water running down her chest, her stomach, her thighs. The way her hair clung to her skin. The way she used to look at me like I was the only man alive.

I used to stand here and watch her. I used to trace her with my eyes like I was memorizing every curve, every freckle, every goddamn breath she took.

I pressed a hand to the tile. Let the water beat against my back. It felt relieving. Like maybe I could scrub the memory off me if I stayed in here long enough. I knew I was lying to myself.

I got out once the mirror fogged over and the bathroom felt too warm to breathe in. Toweled off slow, dragged a hand through my hair, still half-lost in that space between numb and remembering.

I picked up my phone knowing it wasn't the best to be alone tonight.

You around tonight? Could use a visit.

Tommy replied quick.

On my way.

I tossed the phone back on the counter and grabbed a clean shirt from the laundry room.

I didn't want to be alone tonight. Not with these ghosts. Not with the feel of her still stuck somewhere in my memory.

Tommy showed up about twenty minutes after I texted, six-pack in one hand, that look on his face like he already knew I wasn't doing great. He let himself in door and shut it behind him with his boot.

"You look like hell." He said looking up at me.

I didn't bother denying it. Just cracked open a beer and leaned against the counter. "Feel it. Thanks for the warm welcome."

"You sleepin'?"

I didn't answer.

He took a sip and tilted his head. "That's a no."

We moved to the living room, quiet for a while, just the low buzz of some late-night sports show I didn't bother muting. Tommy kicked his feet up, leaned back like he had nowhere better to be.

We caught up on work and I let him know Sarah was in town. He perked up and immediately started making plans. If there was one thing Tommy and I had in common, we loved that girl. After a few beers, tommy opened up about his personal shit.

"I've been seein' someone," he said. "Sorta. I don't know. Met her at the bar near that job we had in Houston. Kinda fiery. Got that look like she knows how to hurt a man and enjoy it."

I let out a dry chuckle. "Sounds like your type."

"Yeah, well, turns out she's also real fond of her ex. Calls me his name in bed."

I raised an eyebrow. "Fuck."

"Exactly. I told her, next time she does that, I'm walkin'. She said maybe I should take it as a compliment."

We sat in silence after that, both sipping our beers, both pretending like that wasn't sad as hell.

Eventually, I ran a hand down my face.

Tommy glanced over. "Alright. Your turn."

"What?" I answered caught off guard.

"You didn't invite me here just to listen to my shit, Joel. Spill it."

I hesitated. I didn't want to tell him or anyone in the first place. It feltlike if I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. Still, I didn't look at him when I spoke.

"You remember Theo?"

"Your buddy from the old crew? From Austin?"

"Yeah. Him."

He gave a nod. "Sure. Family guy."

"Had a daughter," I said, and the minute I said it, I felt the weight shift. "Olivia."

Tommy squinted, thinking. "Wait... was she the quiet one? Used to hang around with Sarah all the time."

I gave a faint nod. "That's her."

He blinked. "She can't be more than..."

"Twenty-two."

That shut him up for a second.

"She came back this summer," I went on. "College internship. Theo reached out, asked if I could bring her on part-time, show her some of the ropes."

Tommy didn't say anything, but I could feel him watching me.

"It started out innocent. Professional. She was curious. Didn't just do the work. She asked questions, wanted to know why things worked the way they did."

I took another sip. My mouth was dry anyway.

"She got under my skin. Not in a loud way. Just... little things. The way she looked at me when she thought I wasn't payin' attention. The way she listened."

Tommy leaned forward slowly. "Dammit Joel."

"I know," I snapped. "Don't say it. Just...don't."

He backed off, held up a hand. "Alright."

"I didn't plan it," I muttered. "Didn't mean for anything to happen. But it did."

He sat there for a second, eyebrows drawn together. "Happen how?"

I gave him a hard look.

His jaw clenched. "You slept with her?"

I didn't answer, but it was enough.

Tommy stood up, started pacing. "Jesus, Joel. You realize what kind of trouble that could cause?"

"I know."

"She's your friend's daughter."

"I know."

He stopped pacing. "And she's young. Like—young young."

"I said I fuckin' know," I snapped, sharper than I meant to. Silence fell between us like a hammer.

He rubbed a hand down his face. "Alright. Okay. You didn't bring me here to yell at you. I just...shit. This is a lot."

I looked down at my hands. "You think I don't know that?"

He sat again, slower this time. "So what, you in love with her?"

"I'm not talkin' about that."

"Because you don't know, or because you do and you don't want to admit it?"

I stayed quiet.

Tommy sighed. "Alright. Look—I'm not saying it's right. Hell, it's messy. But if you really care about her..."

"I already let it go."

Tommy's brow furrowed. "You mean you ended it?"

I nodded once. "Had to. Told her it couldn't happen again. Told her it was over."

He looked at me for a long beat. "She take that well?"

I let out a breath. "She didn't beg. Didn't cry. Just... shut me out. Got real quiet, real fast. Packed up my work, left the office like I was a stranger."

Tommy whistled low. "Damn."

"I figured it was the right thing to do. I mean—hell, it is the right thing. She's too young. There's a hundred reasons I shouldn't have gone near her."

"But?" Tommy asked, already knowing there was one.

"But I can't stop thinkin' about her," I admitted, barely above a whisper. "Still see her face every time I close my eyes. Still hear her laugh when the house is quiet."

Tommy didn't say anything. Just listened.

"And Sarah almost caught her."

That made him sit up. "What?"

I nodded, slow. "I sent her home that morning, early. We'd spent the night. She stayed over, and I—I was stupid. Got caught up. Sarah pulled up out front and I damn near threw myself out the back door."

Tommy leaned back in his chair, shaking his head. "Man..."

"Yeah," I said. "Tell me about it."

"You ever think about tellin' her the truth? Sarah, I mean."

"No." My answer was immediate, solid. "That'd break her. I already crossed one line—draggin' her into it would burn everything down."

Tommy ran a hand through his hair. "So what now?"

I didn't answer right away. Just stared down at the floor.

"I don't know," I finally said. "I tried to end it. I really did. But she's still in my head. Still feels like she's everywhere, even when she ain't here."

Tommy nodded, slow. "You know... I give you shit, 'cause I'm your brother and it's easy. But I know you, Joel. You don't lose your head like this unless it means somethin'. And maybe this ain't what you wanted. Maybe it ain't even what makes sense. But if you keep tryin' to pretend you don't feel it? It's gonna eat you alive."

I swallowed hard. Didn't say anything. Couldn't.

Because deep down, I already knew he was right.

"And you need to figure out what the hell you want, and soon. 'Cause if you don't? You're just gonna tear both of you apart tryin' to pretend it didn't happen."

"She's probably over all of this already." I said trying to knock the idea from my head.

"You're a grown man and you're feeling this way. You think the 20 year old girl is over it?"

I chuckled, realizing maybe things could get better. I finished the beer and let the bottle rest on my knee. My voice came out low.

"She was the only thing that made me feel anything like that in a long time."

Tommy looked at me for a beat, softer now. "That's all you had to say."

I didn't reply. Just stared at the TV like it held answers I wasn't gonna get tonight.

But it felt better. Not good but lighter. And that was enough, for now.

Tommy cracked another beer, this one slower. His mood had evened out some. Mine too. The air between us had settled, heavier but clearer. Like dragging everything out into the open let us both breathe again.

We didn't say much for a while, both of us staring at the TV like the score of a game we weren't actually watching had any real meaning.

Then the sound of the front door opening cut through the quiet. Keys hit the hook on the wall. Footsteps padded in, light and familiar.

Tommy sat up straighter, already grinning. "That her?"

"Yeah," I said, just as Sarah stepped into the room, hoodie half-zipped, and her hair a little messy.

"Hey," she smiled, stopping in the doorway when she saw Tommy. "No way."

Tommy stood and opened his arms like she was still a little kid. "There's my girl."

Sarah laughed and walked right into his arms, wrapping around him like nothing had changed. Like she still remembered sitting on his shoulders at state fairs and begging him to sneak her treats when I said no.

"You didn't tell me he would be here tonight." she said to me over his shoulder.

"Didn't know he was gonna be. He just shows up sometimes."

Tommy pulled back, giving her a once-over. "Yeah right."

Sarah flopped onto the couch between us, like it was all hers. "So what're y'all doing? Solving the world's problems?"

"Somethin' like that," I said, and Tommy chuckled.

Sarah smiled, but it was softer now. Quieter. She looked between us, two men worn down by life, beer bottles on the table, the TV humming low and I swear, for a second, I saw something settle behind her eyes. Like just being here with both of us made her feel safe. Like this room still felt like home.

"You guys always look like this when you talk?" she asked. "All broody and serious?"

Tommy laughed. "Only when your dad's confessing deep emotional turmoil."

I shot him a look, but Sarah just smirked. "Sounds about right."

She leaned back into the cushions, let her head fall against my shoulder. Like when she was little and couldn't sleep unless she knew I was right there.

Tommy tilted his beer toward Sarah. "You keep this one grounded, alright? He's a mess without you."

Sarah smiled, eyes half-closed already. "Always have."

I looked down at her, at the girl who still managed to remind me who I was without ever trying. Then up at Tommy, who'd sat with me through the worst of it tonight without flinching.

It didn't fix anything. Not really. But it reminded me of who I had. Who I still was, underneath it all. And maybe that was enough to hold onto. For now.

Tommy ended up staying the night and I headed up to bed once I saw him dozing off. I actually slept well after ending off the night with both of them. The comfort of us being together again made me forget about my racing thoughts.

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Driving in felt heavier than usual. I was starting to feel like every morning for the rest of the week was gonna feel like some kind of performance. I rubbed a hand down my face, sighed, then got out and walked in.

She was already at her desk.

And of course, she was wearing a tight black skirt again. The kind that clung to her. The kind that made me wonder if I ever actually had control around her, or if I'd just been telling myself that all along.

The blouse was silk or something close to it, a low neckline and soft enough to stick to her skin like it wanted to be touched. Her legs were crossed, one heel bouncing absently while she typed something. Didn't look up when I walked in.

Christ.

I dropped my stuff and stood there, watching her a second too long. Couldn't help myself. She was doing it on purpose. She had to be.

Or maybe she had plans. Maybe she was going out after. Seeing someone. That thought put a sharp crack through my chest before I could shut it down.

I cleared my throat, voice flat. "You got a date or somethin' after work?"

She paused, slow and deliberate, like she wanted me to know I'd interrupted something more important than me. Finally looked up at me through her lashes. Eyes sharp. A smirk pulling at her mouth.

"Why?" she said. "You jealous?"

There it was. The bite.

I clenched my jaw. "Just a question."

"And I answered it."

My hands curled into fists in my pockets. "Not really."

She cocked her head, leaned back in the chair like she was getting comfortable with pissing me off. "Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. What's it to you. You're just my boss right?"

My mouth opened. Nothing came out at first.

Because she was right.

Was I pissed because some other guy might see her like this? Touch her? Or was I pissed because I wanted her, even if I'd spent the last few days acting like I didn't?

She was watching me, enjoying the way I didn't answer right away. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"Wherever you're goin'," I muttered, finally, "hope he's got the sense to keep his hands to himself."

She smiled at that. Fake. "Doubt it."

Then she turned back to her computer, like that was the end of the conversation. Like she hadn't just lit a fire in my chest and walked away from it.

"Drop the attitude," I said, low.

She let out a short, humorless laugh. "You don't get to ask me that."

"I'm askin' anyway."

Another pause. I watched the tension move through her shoulders, the way her jaw tightened like she was trying to keep it together.

Then, softer, she said, "You fucked me over, Joel."

My chest pulled tight.

"I know," I said.

She glanced at me again, and this time there wasn't fire in her eyes. Just something duller.

"Well," she said, sitting up a little straighter, "doesn't matter much now, does it?"

Silence stretched out between us again, heavy and uncomfortable.

Then she exhaled. "But, fine. I'll drop it." She looked at me again, softer now. "I don't want to spend the next couple days pretending like we don't know each other. That's worse."

I nodded, a little too quickly. "Yeah. I appreciate that."

She gave a little shrug like it wasn't a big deal, but it was. I knew it was.

"I'll be good," she added, tapping her keyboard again. "Friendly. If you can handle that."

"Reckon I can," I said, but my voice was rough. I sat down at my desk, finally ready to start the day.

I sat down and leaned back in my chair. The awkwardness had lifted, even if just slightly. Felt like I could breathe again.

She was still typing, a rhythm I'd come to recognize over the past couple weeks. The silence between us wasn't uncomfortable anymore, and I was just starting to get into the mindset to work when I saw her stand up.

I glanced up, confused. "You heading out?"

She hovered for a second, arms crossed over her chest like she was bracing for something. "No. Just..." Her lips pressed together. She looked anywhere but at me. "Can I... can I have a hug?"

That pulled me back. "A hug?"

Her shoulders dropped. "Yeah. I've had a rough couple of days, and I think you owe me one."

I blinked, caught between being thrown off and feeling something in my chest crack a little. "Thought I was just your boss."

She gave me a look, unimpressed. "Shut up."

I stood slowly, meeting her in the space between our desks. There was hesitation in her eyes, the kind that made my hands feel like they didn't belong anywhere until she stepped closer. She didn't say anything else, just slipped her arms around my waist, face pressing lightly into my chest.

I froze for half a second then let my arms fold around her. Careful.

She felt warm and familiar. My throat tightened.

Her fingers curled lightly into the back of my shirt. "This doesn't mean anything," she mumbled, voice low against me. "Didn't say it did."

Fuck, it did.

I felt her take a breath, slow and shaky, and suddenly I wasn't thinking about work, or Sarah, or the million reasons I should've stepped away from this.

She didn't step away but instead she looked up at me. We looked at each other for a second and we both started moving in. Letting everything we just said go to shit. I was just thinking about her and I wasn't sure who would be the first to move.

The door opened.

Olivia stepped back so fast it felt like she vanished. I turned, pulse already hammering in my ears and there she was.

Sarah.

Holding her keys, dressed casual, a little confused, blinking between the two of us like her brain was still catching up.

"Hey," she said slowly. "Am I... interrupting something?"

Olivia straightened, gave this awkward, too-sweet smile. "Hi. Wow. Sarah, it's nice to see you again."

Sarah's brows shot up. "Wait. Olivia?"

Olivia nodded, her voice a little more careful now. "Yeah. I didn't know you'd be here."

Sarah turned to me next, eyes narrowing. Not angry, just surprised, like she was trying to fit pieces together that didn't make sense. "You said you didn't know her."

Shit.

I rubbed a hand across my jaw, avoiding both their eyes. "Didn't realize who she was. Not at first."

Olivia looked at me, a crease forming in her brow, but she didn't say anything.

Sarah gave a dry laugh, shaking her head. "You saw her Instagram. You said you didn't recognize her, and now she's in your office?"

"I wasn't lying," I said, too firm. "She started interning here for school."

"Right." She knew I was lying.

Olivia cleared her throat, stepping in, voice soft. "I should've said something. It's just been a long time, and I didn't want to make it weird."

Sarah let out a breath. "This is... a little weird."

"Yeah," Olivia said, nodding. "It is."

Sarah's gaze slid between us again, still reading the room, slower this time. "I just came by to grab my shoes out of your truck, left them there on Saturday "

"They're in the back," I said, already moving. "I'll go with you."

"No, it's fine. I can—"

"I said I'll go with you."

She paused, watching me for a second. "Okay. Um, nice to see you Olivia."

We walked out in silence.

The heat hit me the second we stepped outside, but it didn't do a damn thing to break the chill creeping up the back of my neck. Sarah kept pace beside me, quiet, but I could feel the weight of her stare like she was digging through every second she'd just witnessed.

My keys jingled too loud in my hand as I unlocked the truck and popped the back open. Her shoes were right there, shoved into the corner of the seat. I leaned in to grab them, kept my back to her longer than I needed to.

"You're gonna tell me what's going on?" she asked, voice calm. Too calm.

I handed her the shoes. "Ain't nothin' goin' on."

She blinked, gave me a flat look. "Right. So you're just hugging a girl you 'don't know,' who happens to be my childhood friend, who also happens to be working with you." I scoffed, and started to shut the door.

"I'm not stupid, Dad."

That stopped me.

She didn't say it cruel. Just honest. The way she always did when she knew she was right.

"It was already... complicated." I said, jaw tight.

Her eyes narrowed. "Complicated how?"

I looked away. "She's workin' with me. I'm supposed to be her mentor. Her dad trusted me with that. It ain't supposed to be anything else."

"But it is."

I didn't answer. I didn't have to.

She shook her head, one arm crossed over her stomach, clutching her shoes like she wasn't sure what to do with them. "Jesus, Dad."

"I didn't plan it, alright? It just happened."

"That doesn't make it better."

I exhaled through my nose. "I know."

There was silence for a few seconds, the kind that scraped at the inside of my skull. Then she said, more quietly, "Are you like dating her?"

"I stared down at the gravel. "Yea, well...not anymore."

Sarah didn't say anything for a long moment. Then finally "She's, like, twenty."

"Twenty-two."

She blinked. "Oh. Well, that makes it so much better."

I let out a bitter laugh. "I know how it looks."

"Do you?" she snapped, and for a second her voice cracked. "Because I really don't think you do. You lied to me. I showed you her picture and you looked me in the eye and said you didn't know her. But you did. And now she's working here, and you're hugging her in your office like—"

"I didn't mean for you to find out like this."

"No?" she said. "Then how were you gonna tell me? Or were you just hoping I'd never figure it out?"

"You know, I don't care if you're seeing someone," she said after a moment. Her voice wasn't angry.

I looked at her. That stopped me more than if she'd yelled.

"I mean it," she said. "It's not about her. It's just the way you lied. That's what feels weird. You could've told me. You didn't have to make it a secret. That makes it look worse than it probably is."

I leaned back against the truck, arms crossed, eyes on the ground. "I didn't know what the hell I was doin'. Still don't, if I'm honest."

She gave a small laugh. "Well... she's cute and smart. So I get it."

I glanced at her, brow raised. "Don't say that."

"What? She is. I remember even in high school all the guys were obsessed with her." She grinned a little. "You've got taste."

I shook my head. "Jesus."

"But seriously," she said, voice softening again. "You don't have to keep things from me. I'm not a kid. And if she makes you happy, even if it's weird and complicated, just be honest about it."

I looked at her, chest tight. "You're not mad?"

"No," she said. "I'm just surprised. And maybe a little weirded out."

"That makes two of us."

She gave me a little smile. "So. Are you gonna tell her you obviously still want her or just keep awkwardly hugging her in your office when you think no one's watching?"

I groaned. "Alright. Enough."

She laughed to herself and patted me on the shoulder walking to the car. "I'll see you at home."

I stood there a while after she left.

Just me, the heat, and the sound of the wind rattling through the parking lot.

Sarah wasn't mad. That should've been a relief. Hell, it was a relief. But it didn't make this any easier.

But maybe hiding it wasn't working anymore.

Maybe it was time to stop pretending this was just a job. That I could keep her close and hold everything else at arm's length.

I looked back toward the building, jaw tight.

She was in there and if I walked back in and pretended like that conversation hadn't happened, like Sarah hadn't seen what she saw, like Olivia and I were still playing it safe.

I'd lose her for good.

I knew that now.

The air felt different now.

Like something had shifted. Like maybe, for the first time in weeks, this could actually go somewhere. I wasn't ready to call it hope, but it was close.

Sarah hadn't been mad. She just wanted honesty. And maybe Olivia would feel the same. Maybe I'd been holding on too tight to my doubts. Letting the fear of it all falling apart keep me from seeing what was right in front of me.

I could do this. I could be with her.

But when I rounded the corner and saw her desk, that feeling dropped out from under me. She was standing, bag open, things already half-packed.

"What are you doing?" I said, keeping my distance.

She didn't look at me. Just kept packing. "I'm going home. Gonna finish my work there."

Something twisted in my chest. "Why?"

"Because I'm uncomfortable, Joel," she snapped. "What do you think?"

"I didn't know Sarah was gonna show up."

"That's not the point," she said, finally looking at me, eyes sharp and shining. "She showed up, and you looked like you'd seen a ghost. I shouldn't have even touched you"

I stepped closer, my voice drier. "Don't say that."

She laughed. "No? 'Didn't know her,' right? That's what you told her."

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Then how did you mean it?" she asked, arms crossed tight across her chest. "Because from where I was standing, it felt like I'm something that only belongs behind closed doors."

"I was trying to protect you," I said. "Protect us."

"No," she said, stepping back, "you're trying to protect your family."

I froze.

Her voice cracked when she continued. "And I get it. I do. You have Sarah. You've got this whole life, this world that I don't fit into."

"Don't say that."

She shook her head. "Why not? It's true, Joel. We don't live in the same world. You've got a house, a daughter, responsibilities I'll never understand. And I'm... what? A phase? A distraction?"

"No," I said, sharper than I meant to. "You're not—God, you're not just some distraction ."

"I fell for you," she said suddenly, voice low. "That day you took me to the creek? That's when it hit. That's when I started seeing you not as some complicated, off-limits man, but as someone I wanted."

I didn't speak. Couldn't.

"But I'm not just trying to play house with you," she went on, and now she was shaking. "I'm not pretending we're something we're not. I don't need some fantasy. I needed you. And today just proved I could never be part of your life to begin with."

"I want this. I want you." I said desperately.

"Then why didn't you at least tell her I was interning? You're lying to everyone including yourself." Her voice cracked again.

"I didn't think it through," I said, barely above a whisper. "I thought... keepin' it quiet meant I was keepin' it safe. But maybe you're right. Maybe I was just lying to myself. Scared of ruining this"

"It's already ruined, Joel." She finally grabs her things in one motion and heads for the door. I don't know what to do, how to stop her. I said more than I thought I ever could.

"Liv, come on."

She stopped at the door, her hand on the handle, and for a second I thought maybe she'd turn around. That maybe I'd said just enough.

She looked over her shoulder, jaw tight, eyes rimmed red. "Don't fucking call me that."

The door clicked shut behind her, the sound final in a way that hit harder than I expected.

I stood there, watching the empty space she'd left behind, my arms limp at my sides. The air that just minutes ago felt hopeful, heavy with maybe, was gone. Dropped right out from under me.

I let out a breath and sank into the chair nearest me, elbows to knees, hands dragging down my face. Embarrassed at my effort and my confession.

She was right. Every damn word of it.

I thought I was doing the right thing. That I was shielding her from the mess I've made of my life. But that wasn't protection. That was fear, fear of what would happen if anyone knew how badly I wanted her. How badly I still do.

I didn't protect her. I hurt her. And worse, I made her feel like she didn't belong. Made her feel like she was just some play pretend.

In the movies, this is the part where the guy chases her down the hallway, says something that flips the whole thing around, makes it right again. But this wasn't a movie. This was me, sitting in a cold, quiet office, realizing I'd never let myself want something this much. And I'd pushed it away.

I'm not the type to force things. Never have been. If something wasn't mine, I let it go. That's just how I was built. But this time felt different. She felt different.

I stood up before I even knew what I was doing, grabbing my keys off the desk with a quiet curse. I should've called, should've waited, should've given her space but I couldn't. Not this time. Not when she still thought she was just some phase.

By the time I hit the road, my hands were tight on the wheel, knuckles pale with nerves. I drove like I was on autopilot through streets I barely registered, heart thudding loud in my chest the whole way.

But when I turned onto her street, it hit me. That wave of doubt, thick and sharp.

What the fuck am I doing. Showin up only makes things worse. She said it herself, she's done. I slowed, my foot hovering over the brake, tempted to back out.

Then I saw her. She was just getting out of her car, bag slung over one shoulder, her hair tied back, head down like the day had already wrung her out completely.

I pulled over without thinking, killed the engine, and stepped out.

She looked up at the sound of my door closing—and froze.

Her brows pulled together, voice cautious. "What are you doing here?"

I opened my mouth, but the words got caught somewhere halfway up my throat. All that certainty I had behind the wheel, all the conviction, it cracked when I saw her.

"I... I don't know," I said, hands loose at my sides. "Swear to God, I feel like I blacked out or somethin'. I just couldn't let you leave like that."

She stared at me, jaw clenched, saying nothing. I couldn't tell if she was pissed or just stunned.

"I know I fucked it up," I went on, stepping closer, slower now. "And I'm not here to make excuses. I just — I need you to hear me out."

There was a long beat where she didn't say a word. She just looked at me like she was trying to figure out if this was real, if I was really standing on her driveway. After everything I said, everything I didn't.

Then finally, her shoulders dropped a little. She glanced toward the house, then back at me.

"Fine," she muttered. "Come inside."

I followed her in, quiet, the tension so thick I could barely breathe. She didn't look at me as she kicked off her shoes, didn't wait for me to catch up as she walked down the hall. I followed anyway.

We ended up in the living room, the silence between us heavy. She stayed standing near the arm of the couch, arms crossed again, like it was her armor. Like letting me in meant she had to guard herself harder.

"Okay," she said. "Five minutes."

I nodded, taking a breath that felt like it scraped down my chest. "I panicked. I looked at Sarah and I panicked, and instead of owning it, I said the most cowardly thing I could've said. And the second I did... I wanted to take it back."

Her face didn't change. She didn't interrupt. Just listened. I pressed on.

"I didn't mean it. You know that, right? I didn't mean you, I meant the situation. I thought if I could just keep it separate, maybe it wouldn't fall apart. But I see now... I was never protecting you. And that's on me."

I watched her jaw twitch, saw the way she blinked a few times, fast. But she still didn't say anything.

"I'm not good at this," I said. "At wantin' things. At takin' 'em when they're right in front of me. Always figured if I kept my head down, did my job, kept things clean, I wouldn't risk screwin' it all up."

"But you did," she said finally, voice quiet.

"I know," I said. "I know I did."

A pause.

"I don't want to be a secret," she said. "I don't want to feel like I'm just someone you fuck behind locked doors."

"You're not," I said, firmer now. "I want you," I said, stepping closer. "Not just for a weekend. Not just when things are easy. I want to figure it out, even if it's messy at first. Even if your dad wants to kill me. Even if we have to slow it down."

Her arms uncrossed slowly. I could see her soften—just a little, just enough. She ran a hand over her face like she was trying to wipe away the last few hours.

She exhaled slowly, bracing her palms in her lap. "When I was younger... middle school, even high school, it always felt like if a boy liked me, he had to pretend he didn't."

I didn't interrupt. I just watched her, listened.

"I wasn't the prettiest. I was awkward. Quiet. I had braces forever, wore the wrong jeans." She smiled faintly but it didn't reach her eyes. "The boys would joke around with me when no one was looking. Text me late at night. But in public? It was like I didn't exist."

My hands balled into fists slowly, instinctively.

"And then in college, I met someone who felt different," she went on. "He was older too. Charming and kind. Said all the right things. We weren't serious, but he made me feel like we could be. Behind closed doors, at least."

I could feel my jaw tighten. Her confession felt all too familiar.

"But when his friends were around?" she said, shaking her head. "We'd go to parties and he'd barely talk to me. Wouldn't sit next to me. He'd find me later, alone, say he just didn't want people in our business. That we were better when it was just us. And I let it slide," she said. "Because he made me feel important in private. Because I thought that was better than nothing."

Her voice broke a little.

"But when I saw your face today, when Sarah walked in, I knew that feeling. And I know the situation is different, I know this is your family. But it was that same gut-punch. That same invisible ache." Her head fell, she looked down at the floor scanning around nervously.

"Liv," I said, stepping closer, my voice rough with guilt. I reached out, tilting her chin up gently, forcing her to look at me. "You shouldn't ever feel like that with anyone, especially me. I hate that someone made you feel that way before. Hate myself more for makin' you feel it again."

She didn't pull away, just held my gaze, her eyes searching mine like she was waiting for me to prove it. "I know you didn't mean to," she said softly. "But it doesn't make it hurt less."

"I know," I said, my thumb brushing her cheek, "You're everything I've been too scared to admit I wanted. You could be in a crowd, and I'd still want to reach for you, want everyone to know you're mine. Fuck, I'd shout it if you asked."

Her breath hitched, a flicker of something softening in her expression, like the ice was starting to crack. "Don't say that unless you mean it," she said, her voice shaky but firm.

"I do," I said, no hesitation, "Every fucking word."

The air between us shifted, heavy with everything we'd laid bare. I leaned in, slow, giving her time to pull back, my heart pounding like I was a kid again. She didn't move, just watched me, her lips parting slightly, and that was all the permission I needed. I kissed her, a soft press of my lips to hers, trying to show her I wanted her. I really wanted her. My hand cupped her face, the other resting on her waist, and I felt her tense for a moment, like she was still guarding herself.

Then she kissed me back, hesitant, her lips moving softly against mine, testing me. The warmth of her, the faint taste of mint on her breath, it pulled me in, and I deepened the kiss, my fingers threading into her hair, my body pressing closer. I wanted her to feel it, to know I wasn't hiding anymore. Her hands found my chest, fingers curling into my shirt, and the kiss grew hungrier, more desperate, like we were both letting go of the doubt.

I pulled back just enough to look at her, my forehead resting against hers, our breaths mingling. "I'm sorry," I murmured.

She nodded, her eyes glassy but softer now, and kissed me again, harder this time, her hands sliding up to my shoulders. The couch was right behind her, and I guided her back, gentle but firm, laying her over the arm so she was half-reclined, her body open to me. I followed, bracing myself above her, one hand on the couch, the other cupping her face as I kissed her deeper, my tongue brushing hers, slow and deliberate. Her legs parted slightly, and I settled between them, feeling the heat of her, the way she arched into me, her breath hitching.

The kiss turned molten, all heat and need, her hands tugging at my shirt like she couldn't get close enough. I groaned into her mouth, my hand sliding down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, pulling her tighter against me. I whispered against her lips, my voice thick, "Take me to your room."

She froze for a second, her eyes searching mine, and I saw the flicker of hesitation, the question of whether this was real. But then she nodded, her lips brushing mine in a quick, soft kiss before she slid out from under me, standing on shaky legs. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, and she took my hand, leading me up the stairs.

Her room was small, a time capsule of her, untouched since she'd been back for the break. The walls were a faded lavender, covered with posters of indie bands and a corkboard pinned with polaroids, concert tickets, and notes in her loopy handwriting. A shelf held a jumble of well-loved books—classics like Pride and Prejudice next to battered sci-fi novels—and a collection of sea shells. The bed was a mess of colorful blankets, a worn stuffed bear half-buried in the pillows, and soft glow of lights strung over the headboard. A small desk in the corner was cluttered with a half-burned candle. The air carried a faint vanilla scent, warm and familiar, like her. Every detail screamed Olivia. It made my chest ache, seeing how she'd never tried to be anything but who she was, while I'd spent so long hiding how much she meant to me.

She stopped in the middle of the room, her arms braced across her chest, that hesitation creeping back. I could see it in the way her shoulders tensed, the way her eyes flicked to the floor, like she was still guarding herself, still unsure if she could trust.

"Come here," I said, my voice low, soft, stepping closer but keeping enough space so she didn't feel cornered. I held out my hand, letting her choose.

She looked at me, her eyes searching, and after a beat, she stepped forward, taking my hand. I pulled her gently against me, my hands settling on her waist, and kissed her again, slow and deep, pouring everything into it. I wanted her to feel safe. Her hands slid up my chest, and she melted into the kiss, her body softening, the tension easing again.

I guided her back to the bed, but instead of laying her down, I sat on the edge, my hands on her hips, giving her space to step back if she needed it. I looked up at her, my eyes steady, letting her see I wasn't forcing this. But she didn't step back. Her gaze locked on mine, and she climbed onto my lap, straddling me, her thighs bracketing my hips. The weight of her, the heat of her against me, sent a jolt through me, and I groaned softly, my hands tightening on her waist.

I kissed her again, my lips trailing to her jaw, her neck, feeling her pulse under my mouth. My hands sliding under her shirt, rough palms grazing her skin. "Every time I'm with you, it's like I'm seein' you for the first time." I pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it aside, my eyes raking over her, taking in the soft curve of her shoulders, the black bra that hugged her perfectly. "I don't deserve you, but I'm gonna try to," I said, unhooking her bra, letting it fall, my hands cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples, drawing a soft moan from her.

I kissed her chest, slow and deliberate, my lips tracing the curve of her breast, my tongue flicking over her nipple, making her gasp. "You're everything." I murmured against her skin, my hands sliding down her sides, pulling her closer. I moved lower, kissing her stomach, my hands working her pants off, leaving her in just her panties. I looked up at her, her hair falling loose, her eyes half-lidded. I lifted her gently, laying her back on the bed, the colorful blankets soft beneath her.

I slid her panties down, tossing them aside, and settled between her thighs, my hands spreading her open, my lips brushing the inside of her thigh. " Wanna take my time with you," I said, my voice low, kissing her skin, slow and deliberate, working my way closer. My tongue traced her, slow and gentle at first, tasting her, feeling her tremble under me. I took my time, savoring every gasp, every hitch in her breath, my hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. "Always taste so fuckin' good," I murmured, my lips against her, my tongue circling her clit, slow and precise, drawing out a moan that made my blood run hot.

"Keep talking to me." she gasped, her hands tangling in my hair, her hips bucking, and I smiled against her, my tongue working her, deeper now, my lips closing around her, sucking gently. " 'Could stay here forever, just makin' you feel good." I dove back in, my tongue teasing her entrance, then flicking her clit, faster now, but still controlled, watching her reactions, learning what made her moan louder, what made her tremble.

Her moans grew desperate, her body arching, and I kept going, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples gently, making her cry out. "That's it, babygirl" I murmured, my lips brushing her, "let me hear you." I felt her getting close, her thighs trembling, her breaths coming faster, and I slowed down, drawing it out, wanting her to feel every second of it.

She came undone, her body shaking, her moan breaking into a cry as her orgasm hit, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me closer. I didn't stop, licking her through it, gentle now, drawing out every shudder, every pulse, until she was panting, her body limp beneath me. I kissed my way up her body, slow and tender, my lips lingering on her stomach, her chest, her neck, until I reached her lips, kissing her deep, letting her taste herself on me.

I pulled back, grabbing the blanket at the foot of the bed, draping it over us as I settled above her in missionary, wanting to feel closer, to wrap us in this moment. I kicked off my jeans and boxers, my shirt already gone, and positioned myself, my eyes locked on hers. "Am I the first one to fuck you on this bed?" I asked, my voice low, rough, my lips brushing her ear as I teased her entrance, slow and deliberate.

She nodded, her breath shaky. "Yeah," she whispered, her eyes locked on mine, a mix of vulnerability and want. "Just you."

A growl rumbled in my chest, the thought of being the only one. "Did you touch yourself here, thinkin' about me?" I asked, my hand sliding down her thigh, lifting her leg to wrap around me, feeling her heat against me.

"Yes," she gasped, her hips arching into me, her voice trembling with want. "Fuck, Joel, all the time." The thought of her in this bed, touching herself, thinking of me, made my chest tighten with a possessive kind of need. I kissed her hard, my tongue teasing hers, my thrusts slow and deep, savoring the way she clenched around me and the way her moans tasted.

"What'd you think about?" I asked, my voice low and rough, my lips brushing her ear as I held her gaze, my eyes locked on hers. "Tell me, angel. wanna hear you." I wanted every detail, wanted to know how she saw me in those moments, how I filled her mind when I wasn't here. My hands gripped her hips, guiding her into each thrust, deliberate, making her feel every inch of me.

She smiled, a soft, delicate sound that broke the intensity for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she looked at me, her eyes bright under the lights. The sound was so "God, Joel," she said, her voice light but shaky, her hands sliding up my arms, fingers tracing the muscles there. "The first time you fucked me —mhm—Your arms, The way you look at me, like you couldn't get enough."

I groaned, my thrusts slowing, deeper now, my eyes never leaving hers, drinking in every word. "Keep goin'," I murmured, my voice thick, one hand sliding up to cup her face, my thumb brushing her lips.

Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering but holding mine, a mix of shy and bold. "Fuck—The way you fit in me," she whispered, her voice breaking into a moan as I thrust harder, just right, like she was describing. "thinking about how you stretched me, how you made me shake." She moaned again, softer, her cheeks pink, and it was the sweetest damn thing.

"Jesus—" I growled, my lips crashing into hers, trying to stop myself from finishing right there. The bed creaking under us, the blanket slipping slightly. "You're killin' me," I said against her mouth, my hand sliding between us, fingers circling her clit, wanting her to feel it all over again. "Think about you too, every damn night, how you feel, how you sound." Her moans grew louder, her body trembling, and I held her gaze, letting her see how much she meant.

She gasped, her hands clutching my shoulders, her nails digging in, and I set a steady rhythm, each thrust deliberate, hitting that spot that made her moan. "so fuckin' good," I murmured, my lips against her neck, the blanket cocooning us, "Joel," she moaned, her legs tightening around me, pulling me deeper, her voice desperate.

"Don't stop," she gasped, her nails raking my back, her body trembling beneath me. "Please, Joel." She cried out, her body shaking as her second orgasm hit, her walls gripping me tight, pulling me deeper. "Oh my fucking god." she gasped, her voice breaking, and I groaned, thrusting through her release, the feel of her pushing me over the edge. "Fuck," I growled, my hips stuttering as I spilled inside her, my body trembling, my lips finding hers in a messy, desperate kiss.

We stayed like that, panting, my forehead pressed to hers, the blanket warm around us, our breaths mingling. I pulled back to look at her, my hand cupping her face, my thumb brushing her cheek. "You okay?" I asked, my voice low, checking in.

She nodded, her eyes soft, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah," she whispered, her hand resting on my chest, her touch warm. "I believe you."

I kissed her again, slow and tender, and rolled us so she was on top, her body draped over mine, the blankets tangling around us. We lay there for a while, not talking, just taking in each other's breaths, the blanket still tangled over our bodies. Her head rested on my chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles over my skin. I held her close, my hand resting on her hip, feeling the steady rise and fall of her breathing. The faint vanilla scent of her room lingered, making the moment feel contrasting to the morning we had.

After a while, she shifted slightly, her fingers pausing their circles, her voice soft but laced with a nervous edge. "Joel... how are we gonna tell my dad?" she asked, her eyes flicking up to mine, a mix of worry and hope in them.

I let out a slow breath, my hand squeezing her hip gently. "We'll figure it out. Together." I brushed a strand of hair from her face, giving her a small, reassuring smile.

The morning light slipped through the blinds, casting thin, golden stripes across the room. I blinked awake, my body heavy with a kind of comfort I hadn't felt in a while. The bed felt different. Olivia was curled against my chest, her head nestled under my chin. Her quiet breaths were steady, a soft rhythm that could've kept me in bed all day. I lay still, almost confused by how damn peaceful it was, her warmth seeping into me, calming every edge I usually woke up with.

I looked down at her, her hair fanned across her shoulders, a few strands catching the light. She was so close, her body molding to mine. My arm was draped around her, my hand resting on the curve of her hip, and I couldn't stop myself from tracing the line of her with my eyes. Her body was a goddamn work of art. Soft curves that dipped and swelled in all the right places, her thighs pressed against mine, The way her hips flared, the smooth stretch of her skin under my shirt, teasing glimpses of her ass.

It wasn't just her body though, she was a fucking vision. There was something else, something that had me staring at her like an idiot while she slept. The way she pushed my limits, the way she didn't back down, her laugh, her help with the business. I don't know what we are at this point but I'd be damned if I let her think she was just a body to me. I felt it last night, talking about Tommy and Sarah, letting her see pieces of me. It scared the shit out of me, but it felt natural. The thought hit me hard, a quiet ache in my chest, and I didn't know what to do with it except hold her a little tighter.

I had plans for today, something to show her she wasn't just another fuck. I wanted to take her somewhere that'd make her smile, make her feel appreciated. Somewhere she'd see I was trying, that I saw her for someone who is saving my ass and my business. I'd been planning it, keeping it quiet, hoping it'd be enough to show her.

My eyes drifted back to her, tracing the way her body, so soft in sleep. Her leg rested over mine, her ass round and perfect, begging to be grabbed. The way her legs tangled with mine made me want to wake her up just to feel her move against me again. I shifted slightly, careful not to be abrupt.

I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, her hair tickling my lips. "Hey." I murmured, my voice rough with sleep, low enough not to startle her. She didn't wake, just let out a soft groan, her body shifting closer, her face burrowing deeper into my chest. The sound, small and needy, made my morning hard even more intense. I smirked, an idea sparking. If she wasn't waking up to this, I knew another way to get her attention.

I eased her onto her back, careful not to jostle her too much, and slid down the bed. My hands were gentle as I parted her thighs. The shirt had ridden up, barely covering her. My eyes flicking up to her face. She was still asleep, her lips parted, her breaths soft. I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh, then another, higher, until my mouth hovered over her core. She finally shifted and opened her eyes. My tongue flicked out, teasing her softly and she stirred, a faint moan slipping from her lips.

"Joel." she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep, her hips shifting slightly as I licked again, slower, deeper, savoring the taste of her. Her hands twitched, reaching for me, fingers brushing my hair, and I grinned against her, knowing she was awake now.

"Morning angel." I kept going, my tongue circling her clit, my hands holding her thighs steady as she started to tremble, her breaths turning into soft gasps.

But then her phone buzzed on the side of the bed ,cutting through the quiet. I glanced up, my mouth hovering as I reached for the phone, seeing her dad's name flash on the screen.

"Answer it," I murmured against her skin, my voice low, a wicked edge to it as I handed her the phone. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with pleasure but wide with panic, and she shook her head, a soft whimper escaping as I sucked gently, not letting up.

"What? Joel, I can't—" she started, her voice breaking. I look up to her, my hands holding her steady.

"Answer. He's worried. " My tone was firm and she bit her lip. Her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat as she swiped to accept the call, her voice shaky as she brought the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Dad." she said, her words strained, and I didn't stop, my mouth working her slowly, She gripped my hair tighter, fighting to keep herself in tact.

"Olivia, you didn't check in last night," her dad's voice came through loud enough for me to hear. "You okay?"

I smirked against her, my lips closing around her clit, sucking just hard enough to make her breath hitch. She pressed her lips together, stifling a moan, her free hand clutching the sheets. "Y-yeah, I'm fine," she managed, her voice higher than usual. "Sorry, crashed early."

Her dad huffed, unconvinced. "Joel behave last night?"

I slip two fingers into her, she squirmed, her eyes meeting mine as she fought to answer. I keep eye contact and nod at her. Reminding her to answer her dad. "Yeah, he was good. Really— Good." she stammered, catching herself, her cheeks burning as she shot me a desperate look. I grinned, not slowing down, loving the way she was unraveling, trying so hard to keep it together.

"Just check in next time, alright? Don't need to be worryin' about you."

"Im sorry, I will," she gasped, her voice breaking as I kept my pace, her hips bucking against my mouth. "Gotta go, talk later." She hung up quickly, tossing the phone aside with a moan, her hands flying to grip anything.

"You're a fucking asshole," she panted, but the way her body arched into me said she didn't mean it.

I part my mouth from her, keeping my fingers working. "That turn you on? Talkin' to your dad while I'm eatin' you out." I said, leaning in to nip at her thigh.

She let out a breathy laugh, her fingers tightening as I pushed her closer to the edge. Hesitant to answer. "God—Yeah."

Her words hit me like a goddamn freight train, my cock throbbing painfully at her confession. "On your stomach." I rasped, my voice rough, as I pulled back, my hands already guiding her.

She didn't hesitate, rolling over, her body pliant under my touch. I grabbed her hips, pulling her ass up, the sight of her like this making me throb. My shirt bunched so high showing all on her waist making my head spin. Her ass was perfect, round and soft, begging for my hands. I gave it a light smack, just enough to make her gasp, her moan muffled against the pillow.

I pushed into her, the tight heat of her making me groan, my hands leveraging on her ass. "Shit." she whimpered, her body pushing back against me, urging me deeper in this new position. I didn't hold back, thrusting hard, the angle letting me hit that spot that made her cry out, her hands clutching the sheets.

"Like that, babygirl?" I growled, my pace quickening, each thrust rougher, driven by the way she'd begged, the way her words had lit me up. Her ass bounced with every movement, her moans filling the room, and I leaned forward, my chest against her back, one hand sliding to her clit, rubbing fast circles. "Yes—fuck, Joel, don't stop, you're so deep" she moaned, her voice breaking, her body trembling under me.

The bed creaked, the headboard tapping the wall. All I could focus on was her, the way she took me. I grabbed her hair and pulled her off the pillow, leaning in to whisper in her ear. She screams at the change to angle hitting the perfect spot. "You like sneaking around with me? Don't you wanna tell everyone how good I fuck you?"

"Mhm—You're gonna get me in so much trouble," she moaned back. Her voice, a mix of pleasure and defiance. The thought of her screaming for me while the world stayed clueless pushed me over.

I let go of her hair, my hands snapping to her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin as I fucked her harder, each thrust deeper, rougher, claiming. Her ass bounced against me and her screams filled the room, her body trembling beneath me. "Joel! Fuck—" she cried, her voice shattering as I hit that spot again and again. The way she shook, her thighs quivering, told me she was close, and I wanted her to break apart for me.

"C'mon, babygirl, let go," I growled, my voice thick with need, my hips slamming into her. She screamed, her orgasm crashing through her, her body convulsing as she clenched around me, her cries echoing off the walls. The feel of her, tight and pulsing.

I pulled out, my breath ragged, and gripped her hips, holding her in place. "Stay like that." I rasped, stroking myself fast, my eyes locked on her ass, soft and perfect, still raised for me. With a low groan, I came, hot and thick, spilling across her ass, watching it glisten against her skin.

She giggled and collapsed onto the bed, panting, her body limp and trembling.  I leaned over, kissing her back, soft and slow.

I stood, grabbing a towel from the chair to clean her up, my touch gentle as I wiped her down, lingering just a moment on the curve of her ass, still flushed from my hands. "You gotta get up, angel," I said, tossing the towel aside. "If you stay in this bed any longer, I'm gonna wanna go again."

Her eyes widened, a playful spark lighting them, but she groaned, stretching lazily, "You're the one who started it." she muttered. She slowly sat up, wincing slightly, her body still feeling the aftershocks.

"Not even a hint?" she pouted, standing now, her legs a little shaky as she moved toward the bathroom, the shirt barely covering her.

"Nope." I followed her, leaning against the bathroom door frame as she turned on the shower, the steam curling around us. Her laughter filled the space as she teased me about her skincare routine again.

We showered quickly, her body brushing against mine under the spray, tempting me to pull her close again, but I held back. Back in the bedroom, I slipped into fresh clothes. She sat down on the sink in her towel to do her makeup and hair. I headed downstairs to make myself a coffee.

I sat on the couch with my coffee, the morning still quiet except for the soft hum of the house and the occasional bird chirping outside. The mug was warm in my hands, the bitter taste grounding me as I tried to shake off the haze of what we'd done upstairs. Olivia was still getting ready, and I was content to wait.

The creak of the stairs pulled me out of my head, and I glanced up as Olivia stepped down, a cream two-piece set catching the light filtering through the living room window. Fuck, she looked good. The top hugged her curves, the soft fabric clinging to her waist, showing just enough skin to make my pulse kick up. The long skirt flowed over her legs, accentuating the sway of her hips with every step. My grip tightened on the mug. I leaned back, forcing my expression to stay neutral, though my eyes betrayed me, lingering a second too long on the way the outfit moved with her.

I stood, setting the coffee down on the table, and cleared my throat. "Finally ready?" I said, keeping my voice steady, though the warmth in it was hard to hide. She smiled, a soft flush creeping up her cheeks, and I felt that ache in my chest again, the one that kept sneaking up on me.

"Yup." she said, her voice light, but her eyes held mine, searching, like she was trying to read what I wasn't saying. I nodded, stepping closer, and reached for my keys on the counter.

"Grab your camera bag." I added, casual, but I caught the way her brows shot up, surprise flashing across her face.

"My camera?" she asked, tilting her head, her lips curving into a curious smile. "How'd you know I have my camera?"

I smirked, shrugging one shoulder as I headed toward the door, glancing back at her. "I pay attention."

Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and excitement. She hurried back upstairs, her footsteps light on the stairs. I leaned against the door, waiting. She came back down, Both of her bags slung over her shoulder, her smile brighter now, and I opened the door, gesturing for her to head out. "After you. "

The car door clicked shut behind her as she tossed her bag into the back and slid into the passenger seat. I watched her out of the corner of my eye while I started the engine. Legs crossed, lips slightly parted, her hand adjusting her top like she didn't know I was looking. I did my best to focus on the road, placing my hand behind the headrest, pulling us out of the driveway. 

The ride took us through the back roads, winding past stretches of open fields and tall trees. Morning light filtered through the branches, casting a slow warmth across the dash. She rolled the window down, and before I could say a word, her phone was connected and some bubbly indie pop song started blasting through the speakers.

She started singing along, her voice bright and unapologetic, belting out the lyrics like she was on stage. I glanced at her, one hand on the wheel, catching the light as she danced in her seat. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road. I kept my face neutral, not giving her the satisfaction of knowing how much I was eating this up.

I raised an eyebrow, glancing at her with a smirk. "You like this shit? Sounds like something Sarah would've played to annoy me."

Olivia grinned, not missing a beat, her voice still weaving through the chorus. "It's catchy! Sing a line. I dare you."

I snorted, shaking my head. "Not a chance, You're embarrassing yourself enough for both of us."

She laughed, loud and bright, and turned up the volume, singing even louder. "I'm gonna get it stuck in your head."

"Sure." I muttered, but inside, I was hooked on her energy, the way she didn't give a damn what I thought, just kept being her.

She switched to another song, this one slower but still too sweet. She kept singing, her voice softer now, her fingers tapping the window. I stole glances at her, watching the way her eyes shifted as she would watch things pass by.

We drove for about forty minutes, the town giving way to open fields and rolling hills, the kind of quiet that felt like a reset. She was still at it, humming and singing.

I pulled into a small diner off the highway, a weathered joint with a neon sign that flickered like it was on its last legs. "Hungry?" I asked, cutting the engine and glancing at her.

"Starving." she said, her eyes lighting up as she grabbed her bag and hopped out, her skirt swaying with her steps. I followed, my boots crunching on the gravel. We stepped inside, the bell above the door jingling. The place was all checkered tablecloths and the smell of fried eggs, a few locals scattered at the counter. We grabbed a booth, and I slid her a menu, watching her scan it.

The server brought us two mugs of coffee without asking. Olivia ordered a stack of blueberry pancakes with extra whipped cream and a chocolate milk, her voice bubbly. I went for black coffee and a bacon-egg sandwich, no fuss. When the food came, her plate was a sugary disaster. Pancakes drowning in whipped cream topped with a cherry. She burst out laughing, pointing at my plate.

"Did you order the most boring thing on purpose?"

"It's food." I said, grabbing my roll of silverware. "What's with you and all that sugar? Gonna make us stop at a dentist eating all that."

She grinned, unapologetic. "You got insurance?" She grabs the cherry off her pancake stack. Arms rested on the table, leaned in just enough, eyes locked on mine like she had me pinned there. Then she wrapped her tongue around the cherry, slow and deliberate, lips parting just enough to pull it in. My grip on the coffee mug tightened, jaw ticking as I stared back. 

Olivia giggled under her breath, clearly pleased with herself, then reached across the table to gently tap my wrist. "Wait."

I raised a brow, adjusting the barely obvious boner she had just given me under the table. I watched as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a vintage-looking film camera, all black metal and scuffed edges. She brought it up to her face, one eye closing as she focused on the plates between us.

"Camera eats first," she said with a smirk, the shutter clicking softly as she snapped the photo.

"You take a picture of all your meals?" I asked, my voice low.

She lowered the camera, her fingers still resting lightly on the body. "Not all." Eyes flicking up to mine. "Just the ones I want to remember."

She forked a piece of pancake, bit into it, and chewed slowly. I watched her for a second longer, then let out a quiet breath, shaking my head as I finally took a bite of mine.

We wrapped up breakfast with easy conversation. Olivia swiping a bite of my eggs. Our moods were light. I paid the bill and we walked back to the car.

I started the truck again, and Olivia slumped into the passenger seat, stretching out as she rested her head on my shoulder. "I'm full...and tired." she murmured.

"We're almost there," I said, then turned and brushed a quick kiss to her temple. She flushed and settled back into her seat.

I guided us off the main road about 10 minutes out from the diner onto the narrow path that led to the trail Tommy, Sarah, and I had sworn to keep secret. The trees arched overhead, sunlight flickering through the canopy. The world felt a little quieter here.

Parking at the trailhead, I cut the engine and turned to her. "Ready?"

She hopped out and stretched, eyes scanning with curiosity. "You gonna murder me out here?" she teased, sliging her bag over her shoulder.

I laughed, unbuckling my seatbelt. "No promises," I replied. "Come on. Thought you'd like it."

I make my way around to the passenger door, opening the door and helping her out. Her darker cowboy boots make dust clouds on the gravel as she jumps out. She followed me onto the winding path, her camera swinging at her side.

Olivia's fingers brushed against mine as we walked, and after a minute, she slipped her hand fully into mine like it was the most natural thing in the world. The trail was quiet, just the hum of birdsong and the soft crunch of our boots against the dirt.

She let out a small, content sigh. "God... this is so relaxing." she said, glancing up at the trees swaying above us. "It's so quiet. Just us and the birds."

I nodded, letting the silence settle between us a moment longer. I could feel her eyes on me, curious.

"How'd you find this place?" she asked softly.

I kicked at a stray rock on the path. "Me, Tommy, and Sarah found it years back. Sarah loved to wander, and Tommy was always tryna one-up me by findin' the best camping spot. One day we just kept walking until we ended up here."

She slowed a little, eyes scanning the woods like she was seeing it through younger eyes. "You came here with Sarah a lot?"

"Yeah," I said, my voice low. "We used to bring snacks, books. She'd take off her shoes and run around like she owned the place. We swore we'd never tell anyone about it. Called it our 'sacred spot' like it was some big ancient secret." I gave a small smile. "Just felt right bringin' you here. You deserve to get out of the noise too."

She squeezed my hand, her thumb brushing over my knuckles. "Thank you for sharing it with me. Your guys' secret is safe with me."

I didn't say anything right away. Just kept walking with her beside me, the memory of Sarah walking this same trail flickering in the back of my mind.

Olivia had fallen into a quiet rhythm as we walked. stopping every so often to snap a photo. The birds overhead, the twist of the trail through the trees, a patch of wildflowers that pulled her to the side, crouched with her camera up to her face. Every time she brought that  thing to her eye, I caught the same soft focus in her expression like she was seeing the world in a way the rest of us missed.

We were getting close now. Just a little further, and we'd hit the spot.

She was a few steps ahead of me when the trail curved and the trees finally opened. Sunlight spilled through the clearing like it was being poured from above, casting golden reflections across the surface of the creek. The water ran smooth and steady, catching the movement of the trees in its reflection.

Olivia stopped dead in her tracks.

Her shoulders lifted with a slow breath, like she could feel the air change too. "Joel—" she whispered, voice small, like she didn't wanna break the silence.

I watched her take a few more careful steps forward, scanning everything like she was trying to memorize it all at once. Without looking at me, she reached for her camera. The way her fingers moved over it, I could already tell she saw something worth holding onto.

She lifted it to her face, adjusted the focus slowly, then stepped just to the side for a better angle. Her hair caught in the light, glowing around the edges, and she tilted her head with that same look she'd had all morning

Click.

She let out a little breath, like the shutter had pulled it right out of her. Then she looked back at me, eyes wide, glistening just a little.

"Jesus..." she said, voice quiet. "No wonder you kept it a secret."

My chest tightened, and I could only nod.

I didn't tell her yet that this was the exact spot Sarah used to sit and skip rocks with Tommy. I just watched her as she turned back toward the creek, lifted the camera again, and captured another.

I made my way toward the bench by the water. The same one Tommy and I dragged out here years ago, swearing we'd keep this place between us and Sarah. Wood worn down from weather, but still solid.

I sat down with a quiet grunt, relaxed, arms resting on the back of the bench as I looked out over the creek. It shimmered in the light, peaceful in a way the world rarely was anymore. And for a minute, I let myself sit in it. Let the memories come.

Sarah's laughter. Her bare feet kicking up dirt as she ran ahead. Tommy trying to teach her how to fish and her getting bored halfway through.

Now, Olivia's voice broke through the quiet.

"Oh this one looks like a postcard," she said, crouching by a cluster of yellow flowers, camera clicking softly.

She moved to a tree with the bark peeling just enough to look interesting and snapped another shot. I didn't say much, I just listened. Every photo, every little comment, every sound she made. It filled in the silence without ruining it.

I focused on the way the trees met the creek. The way it flowed steady over smooth rocks and driftwood caught at the edges.

The sound was faint, but sharp enough to cut through my thoughts.

I blinked, slow, dragging myself out of the memory I'd been drifting in. Turned my head just in time to catch her lowering that camera, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"You just take a picture of me?" I asked, one brow raised.

Olivia didn't even flinch. Just gave me wide, innocent eyes like I hadn't seen her do it. "What are you talking about?"

I scoffed, shaking my head as I leaned back against the bench. "You know exactly what I'm talkin' about."

She laughed softly, she's hides her camera behind her as she stepped toward me. "I actually have no idea."

"Uh huh." I narrowed my eyes at her, but I couldn't help the smirk creeping in. "That better not end up in some gallery titled 'Old Man in the Wild.'"

"How did you know!" she laughed, full-on now, covering her mouth as she came around to sit next to me on the bench.

She latched onto my neck, pulling herself closer to me and kissing me.

It was slow at first, like she had nowhere else to be, like this moment was all she wanted. Her lips were warm against my skin, along with the sun peeking through the trees. I let my eyes fall shut, hand finding the curve of her waist as she settled beside me on the bench, pressing herself into my side.

The birds kept chirping, the creek still whispered behind us, but all I could focus on was the way she felt. Her fingers curled into the collar of my shirt, until I turned to face her fully.

"Did you like it?" I murmured, voice low, a little rough.

She grinned against my cheek, her breath tickling as she whispered, "So much. Thank you."

I kissed her then, I couldn't help it. One hand cupped her jaw while the other held her close, anchoring her to me