Olivia’s POV

I lay on the bed alone, staring at the ceiling. André’s words still stunned me. It was still unbelievable. I was anxious and wanted him to come home immediately and tell me everything, even though it had only been a few minutes since he left.

I rolled over on my side, and my body felt wet and sticky. I still smelled like my own juices and could pick up André's scent all over my body. I needed to have a shower.

I sighed, grabbed my towel, and headed to the bathroom. It ...