Chapter 100

Olivia

My body, as if supported by invisible strings, began to lift itself up onto my toes. I felt my chin tilt up, my lips yearning to touch Nathan’s.

His face betrayed no emotion other than drunken mirth, and it was likely that he hadn’t even noticed my subtle movements yet; but to me, it felt as though I was moving mountains.

However, the laughter that had followed us from the restaurant seemed to morph into the sky, becoming the thunder that now started to rumble overhead.

Then, out of nowhere, the heavens opened up and it started to rain—no, pour—down on us. The streets of our small town quickly became slick with water, and within instants, my nice dress was soaked all the way through.

It seemed as though Mother Nature was forbidding me from making a grave mistake and kissing my best friend.

I was thankful for it, though, because I wasn’t quite ready to be the loser of our challenge that night.

Not yet.

I took a step back from Nathan and wiped the water out of my eyes.

“Oh great, just what we needed,” I complained, my voice practically drowned out by the sudden downpouring of rain. But my words were only met by the sweet sound of Nathan's infectious laughter.

I looked up at him to see that he was grinning from ear to ear, his dirty-blond hair now plastered to his forehead as the rain soaked him to the bones.

His eyes sparkled with a gleaming, blue-green light that was somehow unaffected by the amber street lamps, and his sharp canine teeth stood out in stark contrast amongst his cheeky grin.

“Come on, Olivia, live a little!” He shouted over the thunder, then took off running towards our house, forcing me to sprint after him, shrieking and laughing.

By the time we got back, we were both soaked through and through, our clothes sticking to our skin, water dripping from our hair.

“Ha!” I laughed, pointing at him as we sought shelter beneath the eaves of the porch. “You look like a drowned rat.”

Nathan smirked. “I could say a few choice words about how you look, you know,” he teased. “But I won’t. Wanna know why?”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because…” Nathan took a step closer to me. “I’m a gentleman.” There was a sparkle in his eyes that I hadn't seen in a long time. Those very same eyes wandered down to my dress, lingering there for a few moments.

I felt my face turn red at his close proximity, and out of instinct, I took a step back.

“You’re drunk, that’s what you are,” I teased, wringing out the hem of my skirt onto the porch. “And my dress is ruined.”

Nathan simply shrugged. “Let’s get in and throw our clothes right in the washer,” he said, unlocking the front door. “Your dress isn’t ruined.”

I nodded and followed Nathan inside. We found ourselves standing side-by-side in front of the hallway mirror, each too afraid to venture off of the rug for fear of dripping water all over the hardwood floors.

We were both equally out of breath, and our faces were red; his from alcohol, and mine from running and from the embarrassment of being so close to one another.

“Look at us,” he chuckled, his words slurred as he rested his elbow on my shoulder. “We're like a couple of kids.”

I couldn't help but laugh along, even though my dress was ruined, and even though I was chilled to the bone.

We were both dripping everywhere, making puddles on the hardwood floor. The entire situation was so ridiculous that I had to join him in his laughter. It felt good to let go, to forget about everything else for a while.

I saw his gaze drop to my dress once more in the mirror. My eyes followed; my dress was indeed see-through in some spots from the rain, especially around my thighs and chest.

“Hey, Olivia,” Nathan slurred, pointing. “I think you got a little wet.”

I rolled my eyes at him. “Don’t get any ideas, Mr. Ogle-Eyes,” I said. “I’m going to go get dried off. You should do the same.”

“Right.” Nathan’s voice, thick and heavy from the wine, followed me as I carefully made my way up the steps.

As I retreated to my bathroom, I heard him shuffling around downstairs, and I had to laugh to myself as I imagined that he was probably doing everything except for drying off in his drunken state. Something about it was cute, though.

I liked this playful side of Nathan, and I wished that it wouldn’t take alcohol to get it out of him.

Upstairs in my bathroom, I discarded my soaked dress and underwear and turned on the shower. While waiting for the water to heat up, I admired my soaked figure in the mirror. It wasn't too bad, really.

The pregnancy was a little more pronounced now, and my belly was starting to round itself out. But I had also filled out in other places; my hips were wider, my legs and butt were thicker and rounder, and my breasts were bigger.

I was always on the muscular side, which I liked, and my muscle allowed the new fluff on my body to settle in all of the right places. I sort of hoped that I stayed looking like this after the baby came.

I was still in my underwear when I heard a knock at the door. “Just a minute!” I called out, reaching for my bathrobe.

But instead of waiting, the door creaked open and Nathan sauntered in through the steamy haze, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist and a goofy grin on his face.

His hair was still wet, droplets falling from the tips and sliding down his bare chest, which was just as muscular and toned as ever. His chest heaved as he stared at me, like he was struggling to catch his breath.

“N-Nathan?” I murmured.

“Olivia…”

His eyes wandered greedily up and down my body, and I couldn’t stop him as he walked toward me.

I found myself pressed up against the bathroom sink, my mouth hanging open as he towered over me. He smelled heavily of wine, even more so now; he must have snuck an extra drink out of one of the wine bottles that was sitting on the bar downstairs.

Either that, or he must have been drunker than I had initially thought.

“Olivia.” His hand shot out and caught my shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine. I felt exposed in front of him in only my bra and panties, and although I had previously wondered if the night would end up in a somewhat similar fashion, I didn’t think that it really would…

Nathan bent down a little closer to me. The distance between us was negligible. I felt his lips brush the skin of my shoulder.

I blinked over his shoulder in surprise, my mouth hanging open as my face no doubt turned a shade of red that was somehow even deeper than red wine that he had drank at dinner.

“Nathan,” I murmured, my voice shaking. “What are you doing and where are your clothes?”

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