Olivia’s POV
I lay on the bed alone, staring at the ceiling. André’s words still stunned me. It was still unbelievable. I was anxious and wanted him to come home immediately and tell me everything, even though it had only been a few minutes since he left.
I rolled over on my side, and my body felt wet and sticky. I still smelled like my own juices and could pick up André's scent all over my body. I needed to have a shower.
I sighed, grabbed my towel, and headed to the bathroom. It still felt so odd staying in Andre’s room instead of mine. It was on the same floor but roomier than mine and smelled sweetly of lavender.
I got into the bathroom, and as soon as the cold, wet tiles made contact with my feet, they sent shivers down my spine, and I began to have flashbacks of last night. They
