"Mm…" Olivia murmured in her sleep, her hand slipping over Dylan's bare chest. She grazed herself against him, pulling closer. Dylan stiffened, every muscle coiled tight, his eyes wide open in the dark.
"Do you know I really missed you?" she mumbled, half-conscious. "Felt like… like you took my heart with you when you left." Her voice was hazy, soft with sleep and the last traces of alcohol. She dragged herself lazily up until her cheek rested over his heart.
Dylan stared at the ceiling, jaw clenched. Her warmth, her scent, it was messing with his head, controlling him.
"Did you miss me too?" she whispered.
He didn't answer. He just looked at her, this woman who both angered and revived him.
She pouted in the silence. "Oh, okay… you're quiet. That means you went to see someone else, didn't you?" Her tone was wounded now, almost accusing. She pushed weakly at his arm, trying to lift it off her. "You don't miss me. Get your hands off me."
