Ezra
I lean away from Olympia’s puckered lips, “Whoa, no.” I say and ensure she is on her feet before letting her go.
“Ezra,” She cries and tries to wrap her arms around me.
I step back with my arms out, “Olympia,” I mutter.
Olympia starts wailing and flops onto the couch. “Why do I repulse you?” She asks.
I silently grab a box of tissues and hand them to her. “You don’t repulse me,” I say to her sobs.
She sobs louder and blows her nose before looking at me with tear-soaked eyes. “Why don’t you want me?”
“Olympia, we have been through this,” I sigh and sit beside her.
“It’s because I’m ugly,” she blubbers.
I rush over to my mini fridge, grab a bottle of Evian water, and hand it to her. “You are not ugly, Olympia,” I sigh and sit back down.
She sniffles and sips the water. “The
