She’s sitting on the bed with her back to me. Her head is down. She turns when she hears me, and her face lights up. “Hey,” she says softly. She holds her hand out to me. I take it, and sit down next to her. “Do you know what I love about you?” she says, looking out the window. “We don’t have to talk and I know what you’re thinking. You don’t have to say a word.” She stops to look at me. Her dark eyes lock on mine for a second, long enough to make my chest clench up. “I can tell what you’re thinking right now.” She smiles and looks down. “And the fact that you don’t have to say it makes it true, makes it more real than anything. I know you feel it, too.” Her hand comes up to my face, she runs her thumb over my lips and whispers my name. “West, West …” “West,” Olivia was whispering so hard she was practically hissing. “West, can I come in?” She didn’t wait for an answer, not that I could give her one, just slid the divider open and walked in.
