Olivia’s POV
“I hate you”, I hissed at him, he chuckled and flashed me that gorgeous smile, ‘da*mn he’s hot’, even when I hate him, he still looks hot, how can he still look hot to me, I don’t get it, why does he have such a hold on me?
“You love me”, he smirked
“You wish”, I scoffed, he inched towards me slowly, his emerald eyes staring me down, his face inches away from mine
“What are you doing?”
“Proving you wrong”, his cool minty breath danced on my cheek, and I felt the heat radiating from his body, my heart started to race, and my centre throbbed as his scent filled me, “hic”, he laughed biting his lip.
He took me in his arms rolling us on the bed, pulling me on top of him.
“See, I didn’t even touch you and still your body reacts to me”, he shifted us so that I was facing him
