Magical Protection

I brought her closer, planting a kiss on her forehead. As much as I wanted her, I had no choice but to wait. I could feel her leaning on me, her hand touched mine, and her fingers intertwined with mine.

— I think you can do it.

— What?

I asked, although I knew what she meant. Olivia turned to me, her brown eyes locked onto mine. She smiled lightly, a familiar expression. She always makes this face when she thinks of a solution to a problem.

— You can do it because I want you to.

I couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, and she playfully smacked my arm. She smiled again, her self-esteem seemingly boosted.

— What do you suggest?

She looked at me briefly, and she would probably come up with a scientific explanation that applied to me. She was always more attached to science, believing that everything needed a scientific theory to explain what was going on.

— Remember when I decided to become a more serene person and read numerous self-help books? Some of them had a theory about aligning