Chapter Twelve
Olivia
I paced by the arched window in my apartment, my arms crossed over my chest and a restless anxiety pushing me in a tight rotation in front of the window. What had I been thinking, agreeing to let Liam pick me up? It felt like we’d already crossed too many boundaries and him seeing where I lived was yet another. His text had been straightforward enough, but it was as if I could feel him through the words he typed—his sly, boyish grin, his tendency to push me just enough to get my back up. When he’d told me to wear my hair down, I got annoyed and said no. Then, he said please and it totally turned me on. Me, the woman who found s*x dry and boring, was turned on by a cocky soccer player using the word ‘please.’ I knew he had his pick of women because most sports stars
