His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 38

Olive’s POV

The car was silent.

He started the engine and pulled into traffic, and neither of us sad anything. The tension was thick enough for me to choke on it. I kept my eyes on the road, on the buildings passing by, anywhere but him.

But I could feel him. Could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, those fingers that had been inside me-

Stop. Stop thinking about that.

“What are you thinking about, Muffin?” His voice cut through the silence. “Penny for your thoughts?”

My eyes betrayed me, flicking to his arms. They looked impossibly large gripping the wheel, muscles flexing with every turn. Those hands. Those fingers.

“Muffin.” His tone shifted, concerned. “You good? Want me to pull over?”

“No!” I said too quickly, heat flooding my cheeks. “I’m fine. I just” I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal. “What are you doing in Seattle?”

I knew what Ryan had said, but I needed to hear it from him.

He glanced at me, something unreadable flickering across his face before his eyes returned to the road.

“Because I wanted to be close to you.” His voice was matter-of-fact, like he was stating the weather. “I don’t do long distance. So for the next two months, I’m staying in Seattle.”

The air left my lungs.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

My heart was doing something strange in my chest-flipping, racing, trying to claw its way up my throat.

“Muffin, are you okay?” He looked at me again, real concern in his eyes now despite still driving.

“I’m-” I swallowed hard. “I’m just shocked. I didn’t think you’d..

Cole never did this. Cole always had an excuse. Always had a reason why he couldn’t come see me, why I needed to be the one to fly out, to meet him at the airport, to rearrange my entire life around his schedule. And I’d thought that was normal. Thought that was what being supportive looked like.

But Zane had just moved to an entirely different city. For me.

Even if this was fake. Even if it was just for show.

“You thought I’d what?” Zane’s voice was softer now. “That I’d spend the next two months away from you?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

His hands tightened on the steering wheel-knuckles going white for just a second-and something dark flashed across his face. Then it was gone, replaced by that calm, controlled mask he wore so well.

“No, Muffin. You’re stuck with me for two months. His eyes found mine. “And I plan to make use of every single second.”

The way he said it made my stomach flip.

I’m getting a new apartment. I blurted out.

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