Olivia's POV
For a moment I couldn't move, or breathe. So many things were going through my mind at once. Like, why was this man here again? Who was he? How does he know me? Why does he usually turn up at weird places? Does he follow me everywhere? And why was my body responding to his mere presence?
This was insane.
I took a deep breath, finally finding my voice.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
He chuckled softly behind me, his breath hot against my neck. His hands had moved up my arm, drawing small circles on my skin, causing my breath to catch.
"If I reveal that bit of information, it'll spoil the fun, wouldn't it?"
That voice. It sounded familiar, but I just couldn't place where I'd heard it. It was also possible that the stranger was altering his voice as well, making it difficult for me to figure it out.
I remained at a spot, my body suddenly too stiff to move, but also responding to his soft caress in the most shameful way.
