Chapter 108
“Really?” Olivia stopped walking, turning to face me with a knowing smirk playing at her lips. Because I’ve been watching won these past few weeks, and you look exactly like a girl who’s falling in love.”
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My stomach flipped What do you mean?”
“The way you check your phone every five minutes. How your whole face lights up when you get a text from him. That itle smile you get when you think mo ome’s looking.”
She crossed her arms, grinning wider. “Emma Johnson, you are gone for him.”
I didn’t deny it. Couldn’t deny it. Instead, I took a shaky breath and met her eyes.
“Then tell me how to do it,” I said quietly. “How to pursue someone?
Olivia’s grin faded into surprise, her eyes widening.
“Oh. Emma,” she said, reaching out to squeeze my arm. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.” My voice came out smaller than I intended. “Olivia. I’ve never-I don’t know how to make the first move.”
For a moment, she just looked at me. Then she linked her arm firmly through mine
“Alright,” she said, tugging me forward along the sidewalk. “We’re definitely getting lunch now. Because this conversation requires food, strategy, and my full attention.”
Twenty minutes later, we were seated in a corner booth at Salty Pig, a cozy gastropub on Newbury Street known for its handcrafted pizzas and
charcuterie boards.
Exposed brick walls were decorated with vintage photographs of Boston, and the air smelled of wood-fired dough and aged cheese.
“Emma.” Olivia set down her menu, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. Talk to me. What’s really going on?”
I took a breath, then another. “It just… hit me. In one moment, I suddenly realized that I- I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. That
have feelings for Daniel. Real feelings.”
“When?” Olivia asked softly.
“I don’t even know exactly. Maybe it was when he drove all the way to Portland in the rain just to see me. Or when I woke up and found myself in his bed, knowing he’d carried me there. Or maybe it’s been building this whole time and I was just too scared to admit it.
I looked down at my hands. But now I know. And I cannot.
wait anymore. I want to fight for this. For once in my life, I want to tr
Then, to my surprise, she laughed – bright, delighed sound that made several other diners glance our way.
“Emma Johnson,” she said, grinning brisadly, or wanting me how to seduce your own husband.
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Chapter 108
“Really?” Olivia stopped walking, turning to face me with a knowing smirk playing at her lips. “Because I’ve been watching you these past few weeks, and you look exactly like a girl who’s falling in love.” (2)
My stomach flipped. “What do you mean?”
“The way you check your phone every five minutes. How your whole face lights up when you get a text from him. That little smile you get when you think no one’s looking.”
She crossed her arms, grinning wider. “Emma Johnson, you are gone for him.”
I didn’t deny it. Couldn’t deny it. Instead, I took a shaky breath and met her eyes.
“Then tell me how to do it,” I said quietly. “How to pursue someone?”
Olivia’s grin faded into surprise, her eyes widening.
“Oh, Emma,” she said, reaching out to squeeze my arm. “Are you serious?”
“Completely.” My voice came out smaller than I intended. “Olivia. I’ve never-I don’t know how to make the first move.”
For a moment, she just looked at me. Then she linked her arm firmly through mine.
“Alright,” she said, tugging me forward along the sidewalk. “We’re definitely getting lunch now. Because this conversation requires food,
strategy, and my full attention.”
Twenty minutes later, we were seated in a corner booth at Salty Pig, a cozy gastropub on Newbury Street known for its handcrafted pizzas and
charcuterie boards.
Exposed brick walls were decorated with vintage photographs of Boston, and the air smelled of wood-fired dough and aged cheese.
“Emma.” Olivia set down her menu, leaning forward with her elbows on the table. Talk to me. What’s really going on?”
I took a breath, then another. “It just… hit me. In one moment, I suddenly realized that I-” I swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “That have feelings for Daniel. Real feelings.”
“When?” Olivia asked softly.
“I don’t even know exactly. Maybe it was when he drove all the way to Portland in the rain just to see me. Or when I woke up and found myself
in his bed, knowing he’d carried me there. Or maybe it’s been building this whole time and I was just too scared to admit it.
I looked down at my hands. “But now I know. And I can’t just… wait anymore. I want to fight for this. For once in my lils, I want to **
Then, to my surprise, she laughed a bright, delighted sound that made several other diners glance our way.
“Emma Johnson,” she said, grinning broadly. “Are you asking me how to seduce your own husband?
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face burned. ‘Don’t say it like that.”
ivia sat back, studying me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Then she held up her water glass, took a deliberate sip, and set it down th decisive clink.
tright. Leave it to me. Today, I’m going to teach you everything I know. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll go home and make that man so sperate for you he won’t be able to think straight. He’ll never forget-f
livia. I held up a hand, face flaming. “That sounds… that sounds is nog
What’s wrong with it? You’re married!”
know, but I glanced around nervously, lowering my voice. Cabaneve maybe aim for something less… intense?”
ivia rolled her eyes but her grin didn’t fade. “Fine. But I’ni stiltite achching you everything. No holding back.
kay,” she said. “First things first-you need to tell me exaztistly what the situation is. You live together, right?”
n his apartment, yes.”
nd you share a bedroom?”
made my stomach flip. No. We’ve never ex actually shared a bed.”
livia said slowly, ‘he’s waiting for youoto to give him a signal.”
e server arrived then with our order a marghgherita pizza for me, a prosciutto and arugula flatbread for Olivia.
he interruption gave me a moment to pr process her words.
signal.
o what do I do?” I asked once these server had left.
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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