Olivia POV
I was in the kitchen, but I wasn't doing anything, a while ago Joshua's kisses had gotten louder, and something inside me had started to ignite… I told him I needed a glass of water, as we parted and I ran away as fast as I could.
Ha! As if a glass of water could put out the flames inside me that his kisses caused.
I wanted him...? Yes. I like him...? Yes
I loved him...? Definitely yes, and that is what I was most afraid of, I had reached the point where I needed him in my life as if he were the oxygen with which I filled my lungs.
So what was stopping me from taking that step in our relationship, it certainly wasn't a lack of desire, the desire to touch each other was there.
Maybe it was that everything was happening too fast, that until a few months ago I was a fugitive
