Lucinda slowly gets up from the couch and turns to look from Oliver to me several times before nodding and heading upstairs once Oliver comes down and out of his hiding spot.
His scent is now even heavier than yesterday. So attractive and delicious… but also, he smells offended. Angry.
My God, will I ever stop fücking up with him? What is my problem?
"Oliver, I'm... I'm so sorry I said that," I blurt out, my stomach clenching and I even start to sweat. I feel like I've put one more nail in the coffin of our dead relationship. I get up from the couch because I don't know what else to do, but Oliver rolls his eyes trying to look unconcerned. "No, I'm serious. I'm sorry. I didn't think you were here. Uh... obviously it's true that you hate me and that there's no future here but I didn't
