Nico

Olivia is underneath me, half-naked on my bed.

I must have imagined this a thousand times by now, but I never imagined it happening like this. I can't really remember how we got here. I think I may have blacked out somewhere along the way. One moment I was admiring how beautiful and sexy Olivia looked as she stepped into the jacuzzi, and the next I was wrapping a towel around her and rushing her back to my room.

I only came up with the whole jacuzzi idea because she said she wanted to relax. I was expecting we would have a nice dip and call it a night. She's usually tired on Fridays after tutoring and babysitting, and she usually crashes hard after a certain point of the night, falling asleep right on top of me. You would think it would bother me, but I've loved every time it's happened. There is no better feeling in the entire world than her sleeping in my arms.

But tonight is different. She's well awake and energized. I can practically feel a buzz emanating from her. Her body feels electric. I don't think I've ever seen her so alive.

Her towel is still in between us on my bed. I dropped mine somewhere along the way, but I kept hers on because I didn't want her to get cold or sick. The room feels pretty warm, and I mentally pat myself on the back for cranking up the heat in my room before we left. But now I need to get rid of her towel before I lose my mind.

I tug on it, slowly pulling the edges apart and unwrapping her. I swear I feel like I'm unwrapping the best gift I have ever, and will ever, receive.

The towel breaks free and reveals her perfect body. My breath catches yet again, seeing her perky breasts and that little blue bikini. At least, the bottom part that is left of it. I'm dying to untie those stringy things on the side of her hips. I almost did when we were in the jacuzzi, but then I remembered where we were. I didn't want her to feel like we were in the middle of an episode of Girls Gone Wild.

In the moment, it was extremely difficult to stop what we were doing, but now that I'm looking at her splayed out in the deep privacy of my bed, I'm so glad I did. I wouldn't have been able to do half the things I'm mentally planning.

I cover her body with mine, making sure to keep most of my weight off of her. We're both still somewhat wet from the jacuzzi, but I don't care. All I care about is relieving her from the remainder of her bikini.

Olivia inhales sharply as I untie the right side of her bikini bottom. I immediately stop, thinking I may have moved too fast this time.

"Nico, your shorts," she breathes.

Does she want me to take them off? Because I will gladly do so. "What about them, baby?" I ask, making sure I'm getting this right before I do something wildly inappropriate.

"They're really cold," she replies, a shiver running through her body.

Shit. Making her feel cold is the last thing I wanted. I guess I should take them off after all. But is that what she wants me to do? For a split millisecond I consider wrapping her back up in the towel, but I just don't have the willpower to do so.

"Take them off," she says, a slight desperation in her voice.

Well, that answers that. I don't hesitate any longer and strip. I quickly finish untying her bikini and pull it off her. I wish I could have enjoyed this part longer, but she's cold and I need to get her warm again.

"Get in," I say, drawing back the sheets of my bed.

She rapidly gets inside and I follow, pulling the sheets over us. I bring her close to me, internally cursing when I feel her trembling.

"Sorry for making you cold," I say, rubbing my hands down her arms and back.

"Don't worry. I'm really not that cold," she says.

"You're shaking," I point out regrettably.

"I think it's more nerves than anything."

She's nervous? Her admission makes me feel like a complete jackass. I didn't even notice.

"Olivia ... we have all the time in the world. If you don't feel comfortable or want to stop, that's completely fine."

"I do feel comfortable, Nico. I'm nervous, but in a good way. I really want this with you. It's just a bit overwhelming."

I love how honest she's being with me. "I know what you mean. I feel the same way. I wasn't expecting this at all tonight."

She smiles and I lean in to kiss her. I kiss her until I don't feel her trembling any longer and her body feels warm again.

Mine feels like it's on fire. Especially when she runs her fingers down my chest and traces circles on my stomach. I can't resist any longer and push her shoulders flat on the bed. I kiss her neck, taking my time to inhale her sweet scent.

I kiss down her body, trying to keep my weight off of her. When I reach her stomach, I feel her trembling again, and I stop cold. Maybe she's not ready for this.

I look at her in the eyes, and she looks incredibly embarrassed. "I'm sorry. I don't know why ..."

"Shh, baby. It's okay," I say, kissing her on the lips and trying to reassure her.

I've never seen or felt her this nervous before, and I begin to worry that I'm doing something wrong. She's always been so receptive and assertive in this department. A thought suddenly occurs to me, and I feel like an idiot for not asking her sooner. "Have you done this before?"

She nods yes in response, which confuses me even further.

"So this wouldn't be your first time," I say, just to clarify.

"No," she says softly. "But I wish it was," she adds, almost as an afterthought.

My chest suddenly feels heavy. As flattering as it is to hear that she wishes I were her first, there's something extremely odd about that sentiment. Did she have a bad experience?

I flip back on my side and pull her towards me. We definitely need to talk about this.

I brush her hair back and grab her hand. "What happened, Olivia?"

She sighs, looking disappointed that I stopped to have this conversation. "It was nothing terrible, don't worry."

Even as she says it, I see the frown on her face as she tears her gaze away from me. It might not have been terrible, but it was still enough to affect her.

"Will you still tell me?"

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. I almost think she's going to say no, but she lifts her chin and meets my eyes again before she starts talking.

"It was just once, with Bruno. But the entire time it just felt wrong, even from the beginning. I probably should have stopped it, but I was stupid and I thought that's just how it was. I thought maybe it would get better, but it just got worse and really painful. I think I hurt his ego because he obviously saw that I didn't enjoy it, and he left right after. I never heard from him again until that time in the hallway at school."

"That sounds pretty terrible, Olivia," I say, not able to help myself.

She looks taken aback by my comment, staring at me with wide eyes. This would be one of the times I should kick myself for blurting out the first thing that comes to my mind, but I think she needs to hear this.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not gonna lie. I think in general most first times aren't that great, but it should never feel wrong. He should have seen that and maybe you should have said something, but you didn't know any better. Still, it doesn't excuse him, and he definitely shouldn't have left you like that. Especially not after your first time."

Her eyes get misty, and I can see she's holding back the tears. I curse and make an internal vow to punch Bruno in the face next time I see him. It's the least he deserves, and I never did get back at him after he punched me in the nose. An eye for an eye, asshole.

I bring Olivia's hand to my mouth and kiss her knuckles. "I think we should probably wait, baby. I want you to be completely comfortable with me."

"I am, Nico. It's completely different with you. I trust you. Even when you kiss me, I love how everything feels with you, and it's always felt right."

"I feel the same way about you, gatinha. Please know that. But I really think we should give it more time, okay? I just want you to be absolutely certain. Even if it's next week or next month, it doesn't matter. And I promise you when it does happen, I'll do everything in my power so you'll enjoy it."

She nods and I feel incredibly relieved to have had this talk with her before going any further. I really should have asked her more about her past before we wound up naked in my bed. I just never imagined this would be happening tonight, and it's so easy to get carried away with her when there's absolutely nothing stopping us from being together like this.

"How was your first time?" Olivia asks me curiously.

"It was fine," I respond.

"That's all I get?" she says a little offended. Rightfully so, since she just gave me a pretty detailed version of hers.

"I'm sorry. It's just a little weird to talk about with you since she's with your brother now. What do you want to know?"

"How old were you?"

"Seventeen."

"So you waited then?"

"Yeah. We were fifteen when we started dating so we were still pretty young. She wanted to wait so we did."

"You didn't want to wait?"

"At the beginning, yeah. But I think I was ready about a year after, but she was still really indecisive about it so I didn't want to pressure her. I suppose at that age it mostly happens that way."

"What about after her? Like with other girls?" she asks curiously.

"There haven't been any," I admit. "Just you," I say, brushing her cheek.

"Oh. I assumed after you broke up you would have wanted to ..." she stops, searching for a way to put it.

"Sow my wild oats?" I offer.

"Yeah," she giggles.

"When we first broke up, I wanted to. I had this crazy idea I would hook up with as many girls as possible just to prove a point. But then, I don't know. I just remember it was the first week of summer break and I was going out every night, getting trashed and seeing who I could pick up. It turned out to be way easier than I expected, like I didn't even have to try, and I quickly lost interest. It just felt pointless."

"Wow. I think most guys would jump at the opportunity."

"I personally prefer a challenge," I say, looking directly at her.

"You think I was a challenge?" she asks incredulously.

"Baby, you were and still are the biggest challenge in the history of challenges. I barely got you to speak to me for two days. That day at the bus stop ... I couldn't figure you out at all."

"That's because I was embarrassed about what happened earlier. Not because I didn't want to talk to you."

"Well, I was completely hooked. And I've been a goner ever since."

She smiles at me. "I was hooked since I saw you at the cafeteria. Just by the way you were looking at me. No one had ever looked at me like that before."

"Like I wanted to devour you?" I joke, thinking about the intense stare down I gave her.

"A little bit," she chuckles. "But it was more than that. Like you were really looking at me."

"I just remember I felt like I was in a trance or something. That had never happened to me before. It was kind of surreal. Even now, it's hard to believe you're really with me."

"I still can't believe you're with me, either."

I kiss her forehead and she snuggles into my chest. I run my hand down her bare back, enjoying her silk-like skin and the curvatures of her body. But as much as I enjoy it, it also makes me hyper aware that we're both completely naked, and I won't be able to touch her much longer without going back on my decision to wait.

"Do you want me to get your pajamas?"

Olivia surprisingly giggles at my question. "I think they might still be hanging out by the jacuzzi."

I grin, thinking about how I rushed her out of there in a lustful haze. But more importantly, I'm glad that she's back to being herself. "I'll get you something from my closet then. Just give me a sec."

I get out of bed and do my best to pick up our bathing suits and towel from the floor before heading to the bathroom. I hear Olivia's breath hitch, and I think something might be wrong until I half-turn only to find her checking me out appreciatively.

Her cheeks turn bright pink when she sees that I've caught her red-handed, and she quickly ducks under the covers. I can't help but laugh at how adorable she is, but mostly it feels fucking awesome to know that I affect her like that.

I have a permanent smile on my face as I put on a pair of boxers and get a t-shirt for Olivia. I also grab her overnight bag in case she wants something else from there. When I get back to bed, she's still hiding under the covers. I pull them back slowly, just to tease her, until her beautiful face comes into view.

She groans in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You have a very nice ass, Durant."

I don't know what I find more amusing. The fact that she likes my ass or that she called me by my last name. Who am I kidding, I just fell in love with that entire sentence.

"So is it my turn now, señorita Paz?" I say as a joke.

"Definitely not," she says, quickly grabbing the t-shirt. I watch her struggle to put it on while trying to hold the covers against her body, but there's no way I'm about to assist her. I also don't bother teasing her that she unknowingly flashed me three times during the process.

"Why not? It's only fair," I instigate further.

"Because it's not as pretty as yours." She rummages through her bag and pulls out some black lacy panties. I only see them for a few seconds before she slips them on under the covers, but I'm positive they're the ones she spent a good five minutes picking out of her underwear drawer earlier in her room.

I have to bite my tongue to not comment on it. I'm already hanging by a thread over here, and to know she purposely picked these out for my benefit has me choking for air.

I run my fingers roughly through my hair, trying to get back to the topic at hand. "I highly doubt that, Olivia."

I get into bed again and pull her on top of me. Her expression turns serious. "I have a scar and it's not very nice looking. Sometimes I forget because I've had it since I was little and I can only see it through a mirror, but it's there."

"How did you get it?"

"It was a birthmark. They removed it when I was five or six. I remember it hurt like hell and I had to sleep on my stomach for the longest time. It was literally a pain in the ass."

I smile at her explanation. "I'm sure it looks sexy."

She scoffs. "A scar on my butt is sexy? I don't think so."

"Scars are sexy. They're reminders of the battles we've overcome."

"Hmm, I guess when you put it like that. Do you have any scars?"

"I have a couple on my leg, but they're not so bad. I fell off a motorbike and burned myself with the engine."

"Ouch."

"It sounds a lot worse than it actually was. The only other thing is that I had eye surgery when I was younger."

"What did you have?"

"I had a bit of a lazy eye so they corrected it. I actually went in twice because after the surgery some kid kicked me in the face when we were playing hide-and-seek and it started bleeding. My mom almost fainted when she saw me."

"Oh my god, that's terrible," Olivia says wincing.

"It was fine in the end. Apparently I don't have any scars from that, but I can still move my eye on its own if I want to. It's kind of creepy and definitely not sexy," I laugh.

"Can you show me?" she asks, searching my eyes.

"Definitely not," I say, mimicking her answer from earlier. "I used to do it to Sofia as a joke, and she would run away screaming."

Olivia lets out a big laugh. "C'mon, I'm sure it's not that bad. Those kind of things don't creep me out. I think it's actually really cool you can do that."

"How about this? If you let me see your scar, I'll show you."

She twists her lips, considering my proposal. "So sneaky. I'll think about it."

Feeling triumphant, I bring her next to me on the bed. I'm hoping she won't be able to contain her curiosity for too long. If not, I'll have to bribe her with something else.

"So what do you want to do tomorrow? Do you want to go visit your dad?"

"Yeah, you don't mind going again?"

"Not at all. I liked going with you. Maybe we can get your dad to dance with us this time," I wink at her.

"I would love to see the day," she grins, yet it turns sad at the same time.

"I also wanted to take you somewhere afterwards. There's a place I've been meaning to take you to. Are you up for it?"

"Yes, of course," she responds, excitement evident in her eyes.

"Great. It's a date then," I inform her.

She leans in to kiss me, wrapping her arm around my waist and resting her legs on top of mine. I don't think she realizes this, but I love how she'll place the sole of her foot against my calf. It feels cool against my skin, but it also serves as a reminder that she fits me perfectly when we're aligned like this.

She's perfect for me, scars and all. I just hope I'll be the one to heal them. I hug her tightly, and I swear I'll never let her go.