André's POV
"I feel different, André."
Olivia lay on her side in bed and faced me. My arms were wrapped around her, and her bedclothes were on. Her blue eyes brought a coolness to my heart, and her sweet antics made me smile.
“Different, how?"
I brushed her hair away from her face to get a better look at her pretty features. She was a perfect work of art. My work of art.
She placed her hand on my chest and remained silent for a while. Then, her lips spread into a smile even wider.
"I can feel you. It feels so raw and overwhelming. I can feel your heartbeat and your breathing. I can feel the blood coursing through your veins as if it were my own body. I feel connected to you."
Her voice was soft. Her hands slid down my chest and found my hands and our fingers clasped together.
"I fe
