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I’ll be over around seven, then

Lane

Can’t wait to see you

“Hey, Ballerina,” I smile, watching as Olive steps inside off the elevator. I glance to the living room quickly to see that Sage is still playing with her baby doll before giving Liv a soft kiss. “I’m glad you came over.”

Her smile is so bright. “I am, too. I’ve missed you both.”

“We’re very missable,” I smirk, leaning back against the wall with my arms crossed in front of me.

“Such an ego,” she laughs as she drops her overnight bag to the floor. Hoping I still get to see her in one of my shirts even though she brought her own clothing this time.

“Owive!” Sage runs out to us now that she’s finally noticed our visitor. “Mewwy Cwismas!”

Olive crouches down and gets closer to Sage’s level. “Merry Christmas to you, sweet girl! I bet you had the best day!”

“Yes!” Sage grabs Olive’s hand now and starts pulling her. “See my toys!”

Liv only grins wider as she follows my daughter into the living room, listening to her explain in every toddler detail what she got today. She helps her stack her new set of wooden blocks into a tower for Sage to knock down, which she was obviouslymorethan happy to do.

After a few glasses of hot chocolate that will no doubt give us stomachaches from the amount of sugar, it’s time for Sage to get to bed. Olive mostly just watches us do our bedtime routine, but she does get the honor of readingThe Polar Expressat Sage’s request.

Since Sage is good at falling asleep on her own now, we tuck her into bed and then head back out to the living room, where Olive now sits next to me on the sofa.

“You know, I forgot to comment on your pajamas when I walked in.”

“Looks good, right?” I smirk, gesturing to my body.

She flushes slightly as her eyes rake over me before she replies. “Yeah, they’re cute. I love that you did matching pajamas with Sage.”

“Do it every year,” I grin.

“That’s so adorable.” Olive’s smile is so sweet and tender that I can’t help but lean over and kiss the hell out of her.

“I’m so fucking happy you came over,” I murmur against her lips. “I’ve been dying to kiss you since you left here on Friday.”

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you, too,” she breathes, and warmth courses through me at her admission.

“Look at you saying what you’re thinking, baby.”

“I’ve been working on that. Trying to get better about it.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

I look into her eyes and see a look I’ve seen plenty in my life but never on Olive—desire.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I think there is.”

I reply to her cautiously. “What are you thinking, Liv?”

She lets out a shaky breath, clearly uncomfortable but pushing herself through it. “You know what I’ve been through, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that I struggle with the idea of sex. Because of that, I’ve missed out on a lot of… experiences.” My eyes are wide as I listen to see where this is going. Olive sighs. “What I’m saying is that I’m so sexually repressed that I can’t even get myself off.”

“Oh,” I cough. “How, uh… am I supposed to help with that?”

Her eyes are pleading. “Can you… teach me? I clearly have no idea what I’m doing, but if anything ever happens between us, I want it to be good for you. As of right now, there’s no chance it would be.”

My brain short circuits for a moment, absorbing what she just said. I have to subtly adjust myself as well because my dick came to life as soon as Liv said sex.

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