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“Do you think we could go visit Alice in Wisconsin?”
“What?” I chuckled.
“Alice. Do you think we can go visit her? Rocky really took a liking to her.”
And I’m sure Olive took a liking to her, too. Alice was a cool chick, but also a bit cooky.
“I mean, I’m sure we could make it happen. I’m not sure if we can do it while we’re filming, but we’ll plan a trip.”
Olive sighed and rolled into me. “Is it weird that I forget that you guys are going to be reality stars?”
I pressed kiss to her forehead. “Me, too, doll. I’m not doing the show without everyone knowing you’re mine.”
She wrinkled her brow. “Uh, no. That is a you thing, not a me thing. And you can just casually mention that you are attached.”
“Attached?” I chuckled. “Is that what we’re calling this? I think that text message you sent me was more than attached.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Text message?”
I nodded. “The one you sent me when Tag was tailing me.”
“Can we please not mention that man ever again?” she groaned.
“Done, but stop avoiding the text message.”
She tried to roll away from me, but I rolled on top of her and pinned her to the bed.
“Did I tell you I think there might be something wrong with my phone? It keeps randomly texting people. Maybe that is what text you are talking about.” She quirked her lips. “My phone randomly texted Faye The elephant meets the mouse at midnight.”
“Olive,” I chuckled.
“Totally weird, right?”
I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Doll.”
Her eyes connected with mine. “Cue.”
“You know what you texted me. Your phone did not randomly send it to me.”
“Uh, well, did you reply when I sent it? Or, I mean, when my phone sent it?” she asked.
I shook my head. “I did not.”
“Then maybe that is why I don’t remember what I sent,” she replied coyly.
I leaned to the side and pressed a kiss next to her ear. “I love you,” I whispered.
“Cue,” she cried.
“I love you, Olive Benson.”
“Stop,” she pleaded. “My heart can’t take it. It’s already too much watching you with Rocky. I can’t take you loving him and me.”
“I have to choose?” I asked.
“No, no,” she giggled. “I just mean you need to not lay all of this on me at one time because no one should be this happy. This whirlwind romance is too much for my mended heart.”
“I love you, Olive,” I repeated. “I love Rocky. I love you both.” Mended heart take that. I was going to fix every crack and break in her heart.
“Not playing fair at all,” she whispered.
“And you didn’t play fair either when you told me it only took you one second to like me.”
She leaned up and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I lied.”
“You lied?”
She nodded. “It only took me one second to fall in love with you.”
“Dammit, Olive,” I groaned.
“Now tell me again.” She wound her arms around my neck and pulled me close. “Tell me again that you love me and Rocky.”
“I love you. I love Rocky. I love you both.”
“Equally?” she whispered.
“I’d die for you both, doll.”
“Our savior,” she breathed.
I didn’t save her. She saved me. She saved me from a life of loneliness. “I love you, Olive.”
She cupped my cheek with her hand. “I love you, too.”
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