Chapter 65
CHAPTER 65
OLIVER
I only drive a minute down the road before I pull into a gas station. I don’t get out, and I don’t park at a pump. I lean my forehead against the steering wheel and take deep, calming breaths.
My heart jackhammers in my chest. Punishingly hard pumps slam into my ribs one after the other. I can barely see straight.
It wasn’t seeing the cell cluster on the screen that may or may not belong to me. It wasn’t the doctor being a complete and utter dickwad until he knew I was sitting in the room with Beth. No, it was none of those things that put me in this state.
It was that she said her fucking age. I’m not an imbecile, but it never even occurred to me to question how old she was. I should’ve, considering she hangs around with Ronan, Judy, and Nigel, but I never considered that she wasn’t in her twenties. The guys said she was Judy’s neighbor, and I didn’t think further on the subject.I thought the only reason Judy drove her to school was because she worked there. She never mentioned wanting to go to college so the assumption was that she had already been through it.
She’s fucking eighteen. How long has she been eighteen? Was her birthday before we first fucked? If it wasn’t…fuuuuck.
Besides the whole legality of it, I’m ten years older than her. I’m way too fucking old for her. Ten years doesn’t sound like a lot, but when you’re eighteen, it’s a fuck of a lot like robbing the cradle. She was only eight when I was eighteen. A literal fucking child.
This is fucking crazy. I know I’m certifiably insane for multiple reasons, but I have one place where I draw the line. I fucking protect kids, and now I’m looking at my crazy girl like she’s completely fucking off limits because she’s barely legal. It’s not like I’m forty, but this entire thing makes my head spin.
I’ve had the fantasy I’ve heard so many dipshits talk about. The barely legal hot piece of ass on her knees worshiping my cock like it's infused with magic. There’s a big difference between fucking said piece of ass and feeling the way I do about her.
She’s everywhere and everything. All things that exist revolve around her and those fairy green eyes, grown-out red-dyed hair, and freckle-dusted flesh. I watch a movie, listen to a song, drive by a restaurant, and it all connects back to her.
My crazy girl.
And I am so beyond fucked.