~Olivia’s POV~
I awoke from a horrible dream in which Andy was about to hurt himself and I couldn’t shake the image. I drove back to his place in a daze still wearing my college sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. A dark house with very loud angry screamo greeted me and I breathed a sigh of relief as I stood on the other side of his door pondering what to do. What would Chris have done? I put on a brave face, turned on his bedroom light and shut the music off.

“Ollie?” He greeted lying flat on his back.

“You’re too pretty to be confined to your bed all day.” I folded my arms and observed aloud.

“Did I ask for your opinion?” He remained unfazed.

“Snap out of it.” I ordered.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He glared.

“Have you been crying?” I sat next to him on his bed. “Andy you look like crap.”

“We broke up.” He forced his eyes closed sending a fresh silent stream of tears down his face.

I stroked his outstretched arm gently. “I’m sure you’ll get back together.”

“No.” His face angered as he forced words through a clenched jaw. “I’m done with Emily.”

I knew he wasn’t angry. Why do guys always do this? Why do they always put on their most brave angry demeanor instead of admitting they’ve been hurt and dealing with the emotion? I could’ve spent the rest of the night telling him I was worried or I could’ve been his supportive and caring Emily but I wasn’t her so I appealed to his need to protect. “Looks like it’s going to be a long night, hope you have something good to drink.” I sighed and left the room.

He found me sitting in his kitchen a few minutes later with an empty economy sized plastic bottle of vodka in front of me. It didn’t take him long to become concerned. “I should go.” I stood up quickly which caused me to stumble. Upon this dazzling display of theatrics, I spun my car keys around my finger and dropped them on purpose.

“You’re not driving.” He announced.

“Neither are you.” I clutched the keys, pretending to be angry when he took them away.

“Sleep it off, you’ll be fine in a few hours.” He sighed and pointed to the couch.

“Not if I keep drinking.” I mumbled and trudged downstairs toward the liquor cabinet.

“You’re cut off!” Andy shouted after me.

I was a little drunk but not enough to make him see past his current circumstances. I added a fifth of whiskey for good measure before he took the alcohol away and I threw his own words at him in defense. “You don’t know anything about me!” I yelled.

“You’re pregnant, Olivia.” He yelled.

I began to laugh. “It’s not your baby.”

“Look I don’t like Jinxx but I’m not going to let you hurt his kid either.” Andy folded his arms and stood in his best Fight Me stance.

“There isn’t a baby.” I rolled my eyes and took the bottle from his hand. “There was never a baby.”

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes.

“I wanted to get rid of him, maybe teach him a lesson about love.” I held the glass bottle up in a momentary salut and took a shot.

“You are seriously disturbed.” He chuffed.

“And you love it.” I lay on the daybed with my feet on the wall and dangled the bottle carelessly from my outstretched arm. I stared him down challengingly until he smiled. “There’s my boy.” I cheered.

“I hate you.” He sighed and sat on the floor next to me.

“No you don’t.” I pouted my lips at him.

“You’re right.” He grabbed the bottle and took a long swig, his hair covering his face as he hid a grin.

I placed my hand on his bare chest as he drank. “Easy there tiger.” I warned.

He raised an eyebrow and drank faster, challenging me.

“Andy stop it.” I smiled and sat up. “Let me have some.” I tried.

He backed away and I chased him across the room, digging my manicured nails into his wrist until he gasped and held the bottle up high in the air out of my reach. “You know there’s like a hundred more bottles, right?”

“I want that one.” I pouted again and pointed to the bottle in his hand.

“You want this bottle? That’s too bad.” He teased.

“I could knee you in the nuts right now.” I smirked.

“There are other ways to get the bottle.” He teased.

“Really?” I gasped, ran a fingernail along his bottom lip and tugged at it. “Name one.”

“You could ask me nicely.” He shook his head.

I giggled. “Are we playing this game again?” I dragged my nails down his chest and smirked. “Please.” I whimpered, looking up into his eyes. “Give it to me.” I hardened my voice.

“Um.” He stammered.

“Please Andy.” I pouted. “I want it now.” I paused and nibbled along his collarbone. “Please?” I looked up at him again.

His cheeks flushed red; I knew what I was doing. “Ollie.” He whispered, lowering his arm and passing me the bottle.

I drank a shot and pressed the bottle to his lips. As he took a shot I wrapped a leg around his waist, licked a trail along his collarbone and bit until he yelped. I pulled his butt closer with my leg until his hardness pressed against my body.

“Kiss me.” I whispered.

He cupped my chin in his hand and moved in closer to kiss me, looking me in the eyes before whispering, “No.”

I giggled and lightly planted a trail of kisses up his neck gently whispering, “Please Andy.” Next to his ear.

“No.” He whispered breathlessly.

Kissing another light trail across his jawline, I paused to let my lips linger near his. Still holding the bottle in one hand, I dug my nails into his bare torso and scratched a trail to his lower abdomen, cupping him gently in my hand. “Kiss me.” I whispered, our lips touching briefly as I said the words.

He swallowed loudly, his breathing quickened as I placed the bottle in his hand allowing my other hand to lower the waistband of his pants. “Ollie.” He gasped.

“Mhmm?” I licked my lips.

“You’ve had too much to drink.” He said breathlessly, his cheeks flushed red. His glazed over eyes admitted that I had his full attention.

I placed my lips next to his right ear and kissed the spot behind it gently. “Let me taste you.” I pulled the waistband of his pants low enough to expose him and kissed down his chest slowly, deliberately. A deep moan caught in his throat as I hungrily took him in.

It was over within a minute, I still knew how to work him. He was still holding the bottle of whiskey, his face flushed and a look of uncertainty plastered upon it. I took the bottle away and circled my tongue around the spout as he watched. Drinking slowly I grabbed his hand and stepped back to the daybed, pulling him overtop me.

“Ollie, I can’t…” He shook his head.

“That’s not what I want.” I giggled, ran a hand through his hair and pulled it to ease him down my torso. His hot breath on my stomach sent chills up my spine and his warm soft tongue put me over the edge. I reached up and grabbed onto the bar of the daybed, grinding against his mouth until he moaned deeply then I bit my lip and lost myself in the moment. The muscle of his arms flexed tightly, bracing my lower back as I arched. He worked me like nobody else could and we lay breathing heavily afterward.

“Andy.” I whispered.

“Ollie.” He whispered.

“What just happened?” I bit my lip.

“I…don’t know.” He bit his lip.

I began to laugh and he joined. “We are messed up.” I laughed.

“We are.” He grinned mischievously.

“Hold me.” I sighed desperately, wrapping his arms around me and forcing him into big spoon position.

Notes

Editing the previous chapters to make this story shorter.