Olivia's POV
I stared at Gabriel's message, my heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it had been doing ever since Saturday night. The memory of his hands on my thighs, his intense eyes when he looked at me, his raw words...
*Focus, Olivia. You have bigger problems than your hormones.*
"What are you going to say?" Kira asked, leaning against the bathroom doorframe with curiosity.
I sighed, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. "I can't see him tomorrow night."
"Why not? It's not like you have anything else going on."
