*Olivia’s POV*

We arrived in the spacious, airy bedroom, all glassed-in, which I observed carefully.

“I always wanted to see your house…” I confessed, moving around the room, taking everything in.

“I didn’t know that, Pumpkin! You could’ve told me sooner.”

“Even if I had, you wouldn’t have brought me.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“You didn’t love me…” I ran my hand over the clean, white sheets, soft as a cotton ball.

“You think my feelings came ...