Olivia Westview
Have a seat, my love.
Time slowed, the faint hum of distant crickets outside the windows fading into silence.
My love.
My heart thudded so loudly in my chest that I was certain James could hear it from where he stood. Had I misheard him? No, that couldn’t be it. But then, was this really the first time he’d called me that? Surely, if he had before, I would remember. Wouldn’t I?
I felt a warmth rush over me, spreading up my neck and flooding my cheeks. My face must have been as red as an apple, and I silently cursed my skin for betraying every ounce of my flustered state. His words played on a loop in my mind, a soft, teasing echo that refused to be pushed away.
I tried to regain my composure, lowering myself into the chair as gracefully as I could manage, though I co
