Chapter 11 Marie
“No,” I say. “Please.”
Olivia looks at me with understandable confusion in her eyes.
“I can’t.” I’ve pleased plenty of women in my life and not asked for anything in return, but this is different. This isn’t about not asking for something. It’s about not being able to give something. Olivia’s probably dying to get her hands on me—that’s what the look in her eyes telegraphs at least. But I can’t let her.
“Are you sure?”
“It’s… not you. It’s, um…” This is why I had to resist her in the first place. I hadn’t expected her to come on to me like that—not Olivia. Although I hoped our moment of passion might remove some of my emotional barriers, it seems to have had the opposite effect.
She sits up, glances around, looking for something to cover herself with perhaps. I hand
