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"How about a lift?" I ask her, even as one hand corips her outside leg just under the heertips is a her in closer to me

Olivia giggles and says, "So gallant"

I jog up the reht, I set her down gently on her feet, her body sliding along ainst me

Sucking in a deep breath, Olivia places her hands on h heavy eyelashes "Thanks for the ride"

"Anytime," Iher jawline

I watch, entranced, as her eyes flutter closed and a tiny sraze ainst hers, which immediately opens

Skirasp on to her and pull her face forward until our lips are mashed A low moan of approval seeps out of Olivia, and that's all I need to push ue in so that I can kiss her the way I've been fantasizing about all evening

Godbetter than earlier because she steps intoher soft curves toback the instant flow of carnal blood that flows through rip, the other travels around to her lower back, where I pressher in closer to me

Instant sizzle of lust Straight through roan into her ainst o weak and I have to lock theht

The sound of feet pounding up the steps filters into roup of people round the lower floor landing to walk up our way

I don't release h, but rather pull her in closer as we step away fro the people pass Olivia's chest is ainst me and its quick rise and fall lets me know that she is as turned on as I am by that second but more nuclear kiss

As the people walk by I hear one whisper, "Holy shitthat's Garrett Samuelson"

Olivia lowers her forehead to rest against le, and I quickly kiss her on the top of the head

"Coet you home"

She nods and pulls back froives ive her in answer is full of uncertainty

Because reallywhere in the fuck do I go from here?

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I pull up in front of Olivia's apart co on as we drove froht talk because there was no ere going to talk about that kiss The nervous tension between us is palpable

I learned a little bit more about Olivia's mom, Maryana, and she sounds like a true piece of work Olivia said her mother is idealistic and lives in la-la land half the time, but is the best mom in the world Her voice istful when she talked about her and a little sadand I assume it's because she misses her

She askedabout them, because I miss them a lot too I was born and raised in a small town just outside of Minneapolis My parents, Randy and Jessica Sa about the Midwest Friendly, open, and big on traditional faht becausecook and could stretch our food dollars Dad would tell us all about his day at work at a plant that s and I would talk about our day at school We didn't have a lot, but it never seemed to matter

"We're here," I say hesitantly with my hand on the door handle, completely unsure of where we stand

"We're here," she agrees quietly

I get out of the car and walk to her side to open the door She sticks a long, bare leg out and I s hard Iue up her s her my hand, she takes it and steps out I close the door and alk up the stairs to her apartment

She releases her hold on me briefly to reach into her purse for her key Once she unlocks the door and pushes it open, she turns to ?"

To o I have that early prac--"