She could feel the way he went rigid and she imagined it could have happened for a bunch of reasons but did her best to ignore them.
He didn’t push her away.
Not yet anyway…
And if that was how it was, she felt emboldened enough to mimic his kiss. Giving her own, though, proved to be far harder than it seemed. All he had to do was bend down to her, but Olivia not only had to push up on her tiptoes, but also clutch at him to guide him down to her. His smirk was soft and shy but telling that he liked the way she moved for him.
If he was going to tease her about it, she thought, she could make him wait.
She could, she hushed her body’s protests.
Instead she pulled his forehead down to hers. There she gave him a message. One she thought would be better said out loud then left in he
