André's POV

"I feel different, André."

Olivia lay on her side in bed and faced me. My arms were wrapped around her, and her bedclothes were on. Her blue eyes brought a coolness to my heart, and her sweet antics made me smile.

“Different, how?"

I brushed her hair away from her face to get a better look at her pretty features. She was a perfect work of art. My work of art.

She placed her hand on my chest and remained silent for a while. Then, her lips spread into a smile even wider.

"I ...