Olivia's Point Of View
I opened his bedroom door slowly, turning the knob with my dainty fingers. I breathed in as I shut my eyes for a moment, no light pierced through the crack of the door, which meant that his room was in darkness.
I could feel my heart pulsating in my throat, it was hard to swallow as I stepped inside,
Inside of Orin's room. I never thought I'd ever be here, or even in this position with him.
But well, I had to suck it up and face the cold reality.
I stepped into his frosted castle, as my eyes lifted to see him folding his dirty clothes, dropping the stack onto the floor. The glow of the moon through his glass window had glistened down on his muscles, the lighting on his body creating the perfect contour, his leafy green eyes sad as he brushed his fingers through his hair, he opened his mouth to speak but instead I had beat him to it.
"Don't, I don't wanna hear a single word come from your lying mouth." I shook my head, my voice breaking.
"Fine." He shrugged, his eyes narrowed telling me that he was frustrated. He was giving up and this made me as frustrated as he was.
Fuck you.
"Whatever." I spat and then walked towards his bed as he threw me with a blanket, my hair flying back from the wind it brought as I was taken by surprise. I stared at him raising a brow, catching the fluffy blanket, waiting for an explanation.
"Sleep downstairs on the couch." he said as I cocked my head back, holding the fluffy blanket in my arms.
"Always the gentlemen." I rolled my eyes sarcastically and then spoke again "I'm not sleeping on the couch, you don't wanna be near me? You go sleep on the couch then!" I had an attitude, but still tried to keep my voice down.
"My fucking room, my fucking bed." He said as if I was stupid.
"You're a real piece of shit you know that?" I nodded glaring at him,
Why do I love this boy, I literally fail to find reasons.
"That's not what you were saying when you woke up in my arms after we made love."
"Made love? It's funny you see it that way, considering that you just decided to never call or text after we had sex. I don't know about you but that really just seems like a fuck to me." I smiled thinly, whispering, hoping not to be heard by anyone in this house besides Orin.
"Shut the door." He nodded at the open door.
"Yeah, I'll shut it on my way out." I said walking towards the door to leave as he rushed to close it before I had a chance to just walk away. He pressed the door closed, grabbing my waist while pushing my back against its surface.
"You can't fucking leave, we aren't done talking yet." He said and then I pushed his chest with my hand so he could back off.
He smelt like coffee. I love coffee.
"I don't wanna talk!" I said dropping the blanket on his bed, "I just wanna go to bed." I sighed. "Can you respect that!?" I said staring at him and then he was silent for a moment, he didn't say anything but just stood there and stared at me.
"Orin?" I said waiting for him to answer me and then he swallowed, looked away, and nodded.
"Stay." I could feel him softening.
"Okay." I said and then pressed my lips together.
First he wants me to go and then he wants me to stay, understanding him was something most people couldn't do,
But I wasn't most people. I knew that he was frustrated, confused and tired, and when Orin had that combination of feelings it's always an up and down, hot and cold situation with him and I understood that,
But that doesn't mean that we're good. Him and I.
I unbuttoned my jeans and then slid them down my thighs. I stepped towards his bed and then pulled my tank from my top half, climbing beneath the covers in my underwear. I pulled my earrings from my ears and then placed it on his beside table.
I felt his eyes watching me and then I turned my position in bed to see him.
"What?" I asked and then he shook his head.
"Nothing." He said and then I snuggled beneath his covers, he lifted the scrunched up blanket and then covered me with it, placing it on top, sighing deeply. It was cold and I knew he was doing this to keep me warm.
I smiled burying my head beneath, so he couldn't notice my lips smiling at his kindness although he was pissed.
I felt him climb into bed beside me as I turned to face the opposite direction of him, moving closer to the edge to create a distance between us, only to feel his cold skin touch mine.
I felt his arm loop around me, pulling me closer to have me lay with my back again his chest.
"Where you going baby." He whispered, snuggling me and then I felt a tingling sensation travel across my skin.
I was so weak for him, it doesn't matter what he does, when he calls me baby, everything else just doesn't matter anymore.
But, I had to be strong. I couldn't give in to him this easily.
"Don't call me baby. I'm not yours." I said pulling away from him but that only made him want me more, making him try harder.
His arms now firm around me as he dragged me back, this time not loosening his grip around my waist, holding onto me tightly like he never wanted to lose me. He even threw his leg over me, intertwining himself with my body as his soft lips kissed the back of my neck.
"I'm sorry." He whispered "I'm sorry if I hurt you." He kissed my skin again "Liv, can we please talk about this?" He asked as his fingertips traced the surface of my stomach, gliding over my hip, he hooked his fingers into the side of my thong and stretched it, having the elastic snap against my skin.
"Ouch!" I said smiling and then he rubbed the stinging area, as if to rub it better.
"Can we talk about this? I don't want you to be mad at me, I fucking love you so much." He said and then my smile died.
"Don't say you love me, if you don't mean it." I said dryly and then he turned me around with his strong hands forcing me to look at him by grabbing my jaw.
"I do love you!" He raised his rough voice completely in awe that I didn't believe him, his voice was so loud, I don't think he intended to yell but he did. My eyes grew as I slapped my hand across his mouth in order to prevent more loudness from coming out. I didn't want him to wake Bree, Stephan, Pais or his mother.
He smiled beneath my fingers and then kissed it a few times, continuously pressing his lips against my skin making me laugh, as I pulled my hand from his lips and then he bit his bottom one.
"I do love you." He smirked, whispering softly and then I kissed the tip of his nose gently. "I want to believe you but..."
"No don't doubt me, don't fucking doubt this." He said pulling me to press against him and then he kissed my forehead.
"But you didn't call." I shook my head, my eyes shimmering as he stared into them. I tried to hold back my tears.
"Liv," he paused "let me explain, I-"
"I don't wanna do this right now." I said seriously as he tucked my blonde strands behind my ear.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Because I just don't, we can talk about it tomorrow." I said and then turned to have my back face him.
"Okay, whatever you want." He accepted defeat,
It was silent between us for a few moments, my eyes shut, as I felt his big strong arms holding me tightly, I pulled his hand to my lips and then kissed his knuckles, he was probably asleep already, so peaceful cuddling me like I was a teddy bear.
The coffee smell lingering around him as I inhaled it, burying myself deeper into him, as I listened to him breathe, feeling his bare chest expand and deflate against me, I had craved this feeling for a long time, being in his arms again, having him hold me,
Having him be mine, and I wanted to be his but not now,
not yet.
I closed my eyes for a moment before my ears had caught the sound of a creek, a soft gentle turn of the bedroom doorknob,
My eyes shot open as I listened to the door slowly squeak open,
A shallow cautious footstep entering, loud breathing fully present.
"Orin!" I said loudly waking him up, as I turned to face the doorframe.
Eyes staring at me as I stared back at him, the man standing tall, in silence, as I screamed.