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Josh
This is not good, not good at all. I always knew Matthews’ disrespect for boundaries would get someone in trouble one day, and it turns out… that day is today. I’m honestly surprised it took this long.
“Hi, Conor.” Olivia says to him, her cheeks a violent shade of red, and worry straining her features.
Matthews looks from Olivia to me, and back again, confusion on his face. His mouth is opening and closing like a fish while Olivia and I stay silent. What are we supposed to say? Nothing we say is gonna make this situation any better or worse than it already is.
He looks at me again, “What?” Then back to Olivia, “What?” His voice is an octave higher than it was when he first came in here. He turns on his heel, barging past me, back towards the kitchen.
Olivia looks at me, pleading with her eyes.
For what though, I’m not really sure. There’s no explanation that I could give to cover the fact that Olivia is in my apartment, my bedroom, this early in the morning.
There’s no work-related reason that she would be here, so really, there’s no rational explanation.
We both follow Matthews to the kitchen. He’s planted his ass on one of the barstools, and I can’t even tell him to stop eating the bacon that he’s currently inhaling.
“What the fuck?” He says, his mouth so full that it’s barely audible.
Swallowing the mouthful, he clears his throat.
“I mean, I do get it. You’re both hot. I wouldn’t say no to either of you.
” That earns an eyeroll from both of us.
“Plus, you’ve been giving each other ‘sex eyes’ for months now.
I think the whole team knew one of you would snap eventually.
” My gaze flies to Olivia, whose eyes are so wide, it looks like they're about to pop out of her head.
“And, after that performance you put on last night, Olliepop…
I don't blame you for finally going for it, Cap.”
Matthews found out about us approximately five minutes ago, and neither one of us has made a single sound.
I don’t even think he’s noticed, to be honest. “You must be quite quiet in the bedroom, Olliepop. I didn’t hear a single sound.
” My eyes bug out of my head as I gape at Conor.
“I mean, nothing like the girl you had in your hotel room a few weeks ago. Now she was a screamer.” I have never seen someone go pale as fast as Olivia just did, as her face turns a ghostly shade of white.
Matthews finally lifts his head to look at us, his eyes darting between the two of us as realization dawns on him. “Holy shit, that was you.” Olivia’s hands fly to her face, hiding the rosy tint on her cheeks. “No,” He draws the word out. “Olliepop, please tell me it’s not true.”
“It’s true.” She states, though it’s muffled from her hands still covering her face.
“Nooo! Do you know how many times I’ve got off just from the sounds of you? It’s fully engrained into my memory.”
“Jesus Christ, man. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Me?” He asks, incredulously. “You cannot seriously blame me for this. You, of all people, know how good that sounds.”
“Stop!” Olivia groans, embarrassment covering her face.
“Oh, don't worry, Olliepop. I will stop.
You're like a sister to me, and knowing I was getting off to sounds that you made, just feels so wrong now.” He grimaces and I kind of want to slap him.
He needs to learn when to shut his face.
“So, how long has this been going on?” He asks, his finger wagging between us.
Olivia answers him, “Almost three months.”
“Three months?” He shouts, turning to me. “And you didn't tell me? I thought we were best friends.”
Rolling my eyes, I let out a long sigh. “We didn't tell anyone. We couldn't. Olivia will lose her job if anyone finds out, and I don't know what they’ll do to me. You heard Katherine; we were all warned to keep our hands off.”
“Fuck, Cap.” He runs a hand down his face. “Can I ask something, though?”
“Sure.” I reply, shaking my head, glancing towards Olivia, who's standing at the other side of the kitchen. Her expression is unreadable. I can’t tell what she's thinking at all.
“Is some good- oh, Olivia, cover your ears, babe,” he says which earns him another eye roll. He lowers his voice as if Olivia’s a child and can’t hear the bad words coming from his mouth, “good pussy worth it?”
Olivia fake gags, and I can’t help but huff a laugh. Making my way across the kitchen towards her, I wrap my arm around her waist. “This isn’t just sex, Conor. We’re together. Like really together.”
“Well, I'll be damned.” He says, slapping his knee, his smile stretching from ear to ear. “I’m happy for you two. Really. Though, now, that I think about it, it was so fucking obvious.”
“What do you mean?” Olivia asks him, her hand running up and down my back in soothing waves.
“Well, if we’re all out, you both disappear at the same time and then reappear thirty minutes later, looking thoroughly sexed up. You’re always staring at each other, and like I said before, the ‘sex eyes’.”
I grab two mugs from the cupboard, filling them both with coffee, handing one to Olivia. “Thanks, baby.”
“Gross.” Matthews mutters under his breath, but loud enough that we both hear. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” He crosses his finger over his heart. Such a child sometimes.
“Hey, Conor, did Sasha get home okay? I’ve been calling and texting her all morning, but she won’t reply.” His face falls, and he looks really guilty all of a sudden. Olivia’s hackles rise as she steps towards him. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.” He squeaks out before clearing his throat and repeating himself. “I did nothing, Olliepop.” He shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant, but failing miserably. “Anyway, I gotta go. We have practice soon.” He stands, moving faster than he does when he’s on the ice.
“Don’t you dare!” Olivia growls, but Matthews is already opening the door.
“Love you, bye.” He calls, the door slamming shut behind him.
“Is he serious? What the fuck?” She groans. “You don't think he slept with her, do you?”
“I don't know, Ol. Do you think she would sleep with him?”
She looks at me, shame on her face. “I honestly don't know anymore.” She sighs, flopping on the couch. “I don't think she would. Well, I hope she wouldn't. Not when she’s engaged.” We both have talked before about Sasha and Max’s relationship. We have similar views; Max is a boring bastard, there’s something off about him, and Sasha just needs more.
But, Olivia just thinks it’s a blip. They’ve been together for so long, and Olivia has known them both, she knows them a lot better than I do, so when she says they’re in love and wouldn’t do anything to hurt each other, I believe her.
“You need to talk to her. See what’s going on.” I sit on the couch beside her, pulling her into my side.
“I know I do. I don't know if she'll talk to me though. Not after last night.” Her eyes well with tears, and I wish I could take away her pain.
“No, you know what? She doesn't get to talk to me like that and ignore me, just because she’s having a tough time.” She stands, grabbing her shoes from the floor, slipping them on her feet.
“I’ll call her after work and if she doesn't answer, I'll go to her place. I’m gonna make her talk to me. If not about what the hell is going on with her lately, then about what happened last night.”
“There she is.” I say, amusement flowing through me. “My feisty, ‘I won't take any shit’ girlfriend.”
She beams at me, the brightness in her eyes overwhelming. We’ve never openly had a chat about what we are to each other, but we both know this is a real relationship. We haven't needed to have that conversation.
“I really gotta go. I’ll see you later?” She asks, kissing me, long and slow. Damn this woman for getting me hard right before I have to spend the day with a bunch of guys.
“Definitely.” I whisper into her mouth, deepening the kiss, my tongue gliding across her lower lip. She gives in for all of two seconds before pulling away, eyes blown wide, a sure sign that she’s turned on.
“I really need to go.” She grabs her bag from the counter, slipping her phone inside and walking to the door.
“Bye, baby.” I say as she opens the door.
“Love you!” She calls as she leaves, the door shutting silently behind her.
Wait. Did I hear that right? She said she loves me?
It was so casual that it sounds like we’ve been saying it forever.
Maybe she didn’t mean to say it? Maybe she said it as a joke, like Matthews did when he left?
Fuck, I don’t know. But, I need to find out.