She hated the way he looked right now. The way he just stared at her, carelessly, leaning against the brick wall. He puffed on his cigarette with a sort of rush, an angry pace. She knew he was putting on an act intentionally, and she had a feeling he was aware of her knowing, too. She didn't hate him, she only wanted to.
"I…I came here for a reason, James." She was hesitant, almost nervous of what had to come next.
"Yeah, and what reason is that, sweetheart? Never mind, I already know what it is…and you know what else I know?"
He flicked his hair out of his face, slowly bringing his eyes to hers; coldly.
"I know that you don't have the guts to do it."
That struck a nerve, and he knew it. He watched as Olivia bit down on her lip hard, her eyes dropping to the cement sidewalk below her, the look of defeat.
She let out a deep sigh, "You're right."
With that, his eyebrow rose and he smirked to himself. The woman was full of mystery.
"You're right…and I hate you for it. I want to hate you for it. But I can't… I can't. And that's the reason why I'm not holding my gun to your head right now, or even putting you in cuffs and sending you off to some prison so you can finally get what you deserve."
His smirk faded away, and his brow turned inward, making a solid frown. He was angry once again, because despite the fact that he wanted to be right, to outsmart her, it hurt him. He cared for Olivia….and he hated it.
She inched closer to his face, his hand fell back, and he dropped the cigarette to the ground, staring into her green eyes which still sparkled even in the dark alley.
"And why can't you?" He whispered.
She paused for a long moment, and then brought her hands towards his face, her lips to his, and gently they meshed together. He brought his hand to the back of her neck, and began to kiss her with much more passion. He was angry at himself for giving in, but he knew there was no way in hell he was going to walk away from her now.
After a few moments, she backed away.
"What now, Dunham?" He smiled, pushing a loose strand of hair out of her eyes.
She took another step back, and a tear rolled down her eye.
"Now…" She whispered as she quickly pulled out her gun from inside her coat, and without hesitating, she shot out three bullets, each hitting his chest and sending him towards the ground. "…I'm sorry."