It had become a usual sight—waking up every morning with Olivia’s bare foot resting on my stomach. She was sleeping soundly, completely unaware of her little habit.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. When did this become my life? When did I start flirting so much in front of her?
Maybe it was because of her expressions—so easy to read, like an open book. Every thought, every emotion flashed across her face before she could even hide it.
I smirked, watching her peaceful face. What was running through that small mind of hers now?
I was in the shower, letting the warm waater relax my muscles, when suddenly Olivia barged in with urgency.
Before I could react, she grabbed my arm, pulled me slightly to the side, and stepped under the water.
I blinked. What the hell?
I was fully nak
