Olive's P.O.V. Lucas had asked me on a date again. I wasn't sure how I felt about it at the moment. I know that I want it, but I'm also scared to get hurt again. I like Lucas too much, despite trying to keep it just about sex. I tried to tell my body to say no, but what came out was yes. I slapped myself stupidly on the drive to school. The car was a damn dream. It drove so well and with the weather being nice; I had put the top down, feeling the wind whip my hair around. It probably wasn't my brightest idea. I had to tie my bird's nest of hair into a high, messy bun when I arrived. I ran to my class, cutting it close, but somehow still making it on time. Professor Johnson greeted me with a small smile. All my professors had expressed their condolences. They had been keeping an attentive eye on me. Class was quick. I found it oddly easy here lately. I am not sure if it is because Professor Johnson is such a great teacher, or because I got so far ahead in our textbook last week whe

Olive's P.O.V. "Lucas?" I furrowed my brow as I opened both eyes. "What are you doing here?" "I thought you could use some company." He smiled. "Oh, did you?" I sat up, no longer relaxed in the slightest. "Yeah, I know you have too much going on in your head. Honestly, I couldn't get you out of my head." He shocked me with his revelation. "I don't want to think about any of that. I just want to pretend like everything is fine and not falling apart all around me." I sighed, laying back on my chair again. "I kind of wonder how mom felt when they told her she had cancer." "I am sorry, Rose. I hate that her cancer wasn't caught sooner. She was an amazing woman to have passed away over something that could have been cured if caught soon enough." He shook his head as if he were so mad over the fact. "No, kidding." I sighed, staring up at the one lonely cloud floating above. "She seemed like a wonderful woman. I know she left you when you were young to deal with a lot of shit th

Olive's P.O.V. "I'll do my best." He told me with a look of determination and sympathy. He could tell I was feeling anxious about tomorrow. I mean, who wouldn't be? There's a possibility I have cancer right now. Damn mass in my breast! Lucas easily lowered his arms, letting me know he had been letting me keep them there. There was a deep admiration in his eyes that was freaking me out a little from the intensity. I looked away, feeling too self conscious under his gaze. Lucas brought his mouth down to my neck, kissing it tenderly. It wasn't the usual sucking and marking he liked to do. He kissed down to the opened collar of my shirt, before sliding his hands under it and helping me out of it. He then continued his light kisses over my torso, around my breast, and down my stomach. His hands sensually pulled my pants down at the speed of a snail, letting his fingertips tickle my skin along the way. I bit my lip, enjoying these gentle touches he was giving me. This hadn't been somet

Olive's P.O.V. **Trigger warning for sexual assault** "Tell me, Olive, how did you manage to get this guy so wrapped up in you?" Rachel asked, leaning forward, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "Um, I am not sure what you mean. I haven't done anything. I don't think he's that wrapped up in me." I mean, yes, he's told me he wants me and he wants to get serious. Is it really that shocking for his friends and family? Has he not had a serious relationship before? "Oh, sweet girl, he most definitely is." I just shook my head, not believing that Lucas, of all people, could be that into me. "You're the first girl he's been serious with since Ivy," she said. I didn't fail to catch the grimace that played on her face for a split second. I furrowed my brows at the mention of Ivy. I've never heard her name before. Honestly, I don't know many of the names of the women Lucas has been with aside from Janessa. "Who's Ivy?" I asked. "Ivy was Lucas' girlfriend in college. She

Olive's P.O.V. I woke up shaking all over. The nurses laid warm blankets over me, even though I was sure that I wasn't cold. I kept swallowing, feeling like I would throw up at any second. The nausea was something I was not expecting. My brain felt foggy, trying to recall where I was and what was happening. Anesthesia is a strange thing. I feel like I just lost time in my life. I was neither asleep nor awake. It feels like I just have this enormous gap in time that I can't account for. As if I closed my eyes in the surgery room and then opened them back up to find myself in an unfamiliar room. It doesn't feel like time passed between closing my eyes and opening them, but I know that it did. Hailey was at my side, holding my head. She gave me her sweet smile, but I could see the worry behind her eyes. The nurse handed me a throw up bag and monitored me for a little while. Hailey let me know that Leo and Lucas had been waiting with her the whole time. It made me feel better knowing