Brent's POV
I move my lips in sync. I am hungry for her at this point. Any day that I am not with Olive, feels like a punishment to me. Olive is kissing me back with equal force and I wish I could stop time right now.
But we had to pull away. Because we are out at a cafe. We cannot do anything more than kissing. And even that, it's just limited. There are f*****g kids everywhere. Why would Melissa even choose a place like this?
"Lenny said-"
"Could you really stop talking about her, honey?" I ask her and she is taken aback a little. But I meant what I said.
She comes off as a sweet old lady. But the way Olive keeps talking about her on and on is making me feel otherwise. We don't even know who she was a few months ago so now, for Olive to talk about only her feels disturbing.
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