Chapter 39

How long will you demand my sympathy? It won't undo the life you've got We all know hurt, the pieces won't pick up themselves

Oliver

Oliver grudgingly turned his phone back on, officially letting real life back in and giving up their sanctuary of the last four days. He would've loved to stay in the little bubble Sara and he had created after their impromptu wedding, but one; they couldn't stay in it forever and were already pushing it. Part of him was surprised that no one had barged into their apartment yet, looking for them, and two; Dinah was set to arrive today. So, their honeymoon was officially over. Well, they had almost another two hours before he'd have to go to pick Dinah up at the airport.

He looked at his phone and wasn't surprise about the sheer number of messages and missed calls. He sighed before starting to answer the texts, letting everyone know that he was okay, and Sara was okay, and the baby was okay. And that they just needed some time to figure some things out. It took less than five minutes from the moment he had sent a text to Thea to his phone ringing.

"Hey Speedy, how are you?" he had to grin about his sister's response of; 'How am I? I'm not the one who's been MIA for the last four days!', which was fair. He knew that she must have worried, and he felt a little guilty about the lack of explanation he had provided, when he had told them he would not be reachable for the foreseeable future. It hadn't been his intention to worry anyone. He had simply not wanted any interruptions while Sara and he figured out their new normal and what their choices meant for them.

That was understandable, right?

In the past, every time they had tried to figure out their relationship, tried to take it to the next step and move forward, outside forces had interrupted them. He hadn't wanted for that to happen again. This was too important. Sara and Mila were too important as to let some unexpected outside force interrupt the process of them figuring out how they were going to do this. What Sara's choice meant for them and what had let to her changing her mind and if she was sure about it. He didn't want her to feel obligated or pressured into it. He had just wanted to make sure that this was what she really wanted.

They had spent a lot of time talking during the last four days, about their hopes and dreams and about their fears. Fears about life in general and fears about Mila and raising her. They had come to the conclusion that they were both terrified that they would screw her up, that she would get hurt because of who they are. Sara was especially worried about her blood lust and what it might mean when it came to taking care of their daughter and her fear of hurting her because of it. They had even talked about him wanting to clear the air with Laurel again, calmly, both of them explaining their positions. Sara had eventually given in, after he had made her understand why it was so important to him to talk to her sister and provide her with his side of the events. She was still not happy about it, but she understood how important it was to him. He didn't want there to be any bad feelings because of unresolved issues between them and Laurel once Mila was born. He didn't want for their relationship to be strained, which could lead to the same between the relationship of Laurel and Mila and he didn't want that. Laurel was family, she was Mila's aunt. It was important that their daughter would not be subjected to the underlying tension that was currently between them and Laurel.

It was while he was still talking on the phone with Thea when Sara walked into the living room, bringing him a cup of coffee. He smiled at her gratefully and grabbed her hand when she was about to turn around and walk away to give him privacy. He gently tugged on it until she stood next to his armchair, he moved his hand from hers to her waist and gently pulled her into his lap, letting her settle in and get comfortable, before gently kissing her crown, all the while keeping up his conversation with Thea. They stayed like that, snuggling on his chair, while he was getting back in touch with everyone and catching up with the events from the last four days, Sara had her legs thrown over the armrest, sitting on his lap sideways, her head resting on his collarbone while playing with his left hand, until it was time for him to go and pick up Dinah at the airport, surprisingly enough, Sara had joined him in picking up her mom, for the first time since they've gotten back.


Oliver had decided to have his long overdue and slightly dreaded conversation with Laurel, after dropping Sara and Dinah off at home. He felt this was as good a time as any. Sara was in a very good place, emotionally right now, Dinah was here for the next couple of days… so if Sara's predictions and fears happen to come true, they wouldn't be alone to deal with it. And he wasn't as uncomfortable being vulnerable around Dinah as he was with anyone else. Sara, of course, not included. It might simply be because of the time Dinah had spent with them over the last three months, or just simply because of who and how she was.

The tall man breathed in deeply, held it for a moment before expelling the air again through his mouth. He rolled his shoulders and rotated his neck to loosen up a little and hopefully get rid of some of the tension he was feeling. He took another deep breath, before knocking on the front door to Laurel's apartment. Thanks to his earlier phone conversation with Thea, he knew that Laurel would be home and that Thea would not be home until dinner. Plenty of time for him and Laurel to hash it out. Hopefully.

"Oliver…" Laurel sounded as startled as she looked given his surprise visit.

"Laurel, hi, sorry for just dropping in on you like this but… I'm sorry I've sort of dropped off the face of the earth for the last few days, we did have plans and I sort of blew them off through that and I'm sorry about that. I just… I needed a couple of days to myself. I hope you understand. But I have time now and I figured today as good a time as any for us to talk." He pursed his lips and turned his head a little, smooth Queen,… this was so not how he meant that to go. Well, hopefully things could only improve.

"Uh, no it's fine. Why don't you come in? Sure, today's fine. Would you like something to drink? Coffee?" At least Laurel appeared as flustered and out of her depths as he did.

"A cup of coffee would be nice. Thank you." Maybe this hadn't been a good idea after all. He really should start to listen to Sara, when it came to things like this. He followed Laurel inside her apartment and to the kitchen, watching her prepare their coffees and handing his over to him before they moved to the living room, sitting down opposite each other. He would've rather done this standing up. He took a sip of his coffee, before setting the cup down on the coffee table between them. He pursed his lips again and rubbed his thumb and forefingers of his bow hand together. He looked at Laurel and took a deep breath before deciding to put them both out of their misery and just cut to the chase.

"Look Laurel, I don't… I don't know what to tell you. I don't know how to explain… there are a lot of things, a lot of my former decisions that I no longer understand myself. I don't know what you expect of me… what you want to hear. Sara already told you… there isn't much I can add to those facts. I can try to explain my side, my reasons. But I'm not sure… I don't know what you hope to get out of this. I'm not sure… you probably won't like what you hear, Laurel. Are you sure you want to know?" He stopped and looked at her expectantly. He just needed to make sure that she was certain about her choice. That she really wanted the truth.

"I need to know, Ollie. I just want to understand why? Please." Laurel looked at him determined.

"Okay. My whole life had been planned out for me from the moment I was born. It was always clear that I would go to private school, graduate, go to an Ivy League college, work at QC, get married to a respectable woman, have kids and eventually take over QC. There was never any choice, there was never… you were everything my parents wanted in a daughter-in-law. You were perfect in every way… while Sara… wasn't. Not where my parents were concerned. I already let them down so many times… they would've never… and I loved you. I really did. But I loved her too. And in the end… all my life, all I ever wanted was to be free. Free to choose my own path. Sara was the only person offering me a life of my own choosing. In the end, that more than anything was a temptation I couldn't resist." He knew he had said too much already. He hadn't meant to tell her all of this, but he needed to be honest. And hoped to get it over with as fast as possible and with as little detail as he could get away with. He only hoped that she didn't understand what it was that he was actually saying. That she didn't get the actual meaning behind his words. Sara would kill him if she did. He was sure of that, honeymoon phase or not. They had both agreed, Laurel was never supposed to know… no one was ever supposed to know. Damnit!

"What do you mean with you wanted to be free, how did Sara… free from what?" Thankfully Laurel seemed to have focused in on something else.

"In case you haven't noticed, your sister has always been a free-spirit. It's what Tommy, and I loved about her, why we enjoyed hanging out with her. She was unpredictable and always up for mischief. Sara had this aura of freedom about her, and this way of making you feel like anything is possible. It's a refreshing trait when you're trapped in a life where everything is planed out for you. Tommy and I were trapped by our last names. Sara kept on telling us that just because our parents had a plan for us didn't mean that we had to follow it. And she made us feel like she was right. Like we could really do whatever we wanted and not what we were expected to do." He tried to explain the effect Sara and her personality had had on Tommy and him, but knew that he didn't do it justice. It was hard to describe, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to put it into words. When it had mostly been a feeling that she provoked in them.

"Did he know?" Laurel's question confused him, the sudden slight change in subject that it brought with it.

"Who?" He wasn't sure what she was asking.

"Tommy. Did Tommy know that you were fucking Sara?" Ah, there was the familiar undertone of resentment and anger that had been missing until now.

Oliver was suddenly hit with a memory, a memory he hadn't thought about in years... of him... and Sara... and Tommy... it was hazy, like most of his memories partying with them were, there had been a lot of booze and drugs... it had been spring break after all... but he could easily recall the naughty smirk on Sara's face when she made the suggestion, the sexy pout when they refused and the triumphant grin when they had finally given in... after she had dropped her clothes, standing in front of them in nothing but… he swallowed hard… it took him a moment longer than he would ever admit to anyone to push the memory away after remembering that Laurel was still in the room with him and waiting for an answer.

"I don't... he knew that Sara and I had sex while you and I were broken up during Spring break in 2006. Other than that, no. No, Tommy didn't know that Sara and I were involved beyond that week." He cleared his throat before answering


Laurel

Laurel had forgotten about that. She had broken up with him because he had for the third year in a row just made plans with Tommy to go partying for a week during Spring break without talking to her about it. Even though he had known how she had felt about it. She had suspected that he had cheated on her during spring break the previous year and had been certain he would change his plans if she gave him an ultimatum. It hadn't worked. She now wondered if her sister had played a part in his decision of going. Yet, why had he gotten back together with her afterwards? He could've told her no and stayed with Sara...she had provided him with an out of their relationship and a way to be with Sara. Why hadn't he used it?

The more she learnt about their affair, the less sense everything made.

She frowned but not because of her thoughts, no, because she suddenly noticed the change in Oliver's behavior...he had been quiet for a long time before answering her question and had to clear his throat before he had been able to make a sound... and the look on his face had been hard to deceiver...but something had been odd about it, just like the way he had been acting... what wasn't he telling her? She was definitely intrigued, but decided it was something to mull over at another time. It wasn't important for the current conversation.

"So what? You screwed Sara during spring break to get back at me for breaking up with you? Out of revenge?" She decided to focus back on the matter at hand and challenge him into starting to give her the answers she actually wanted.

"Wha… no, no. It had nothing to do with you. And it wasn't… spring break wasn't the first time Sara, and I had sex." Oliver looked genuinely surprised and offended at her accusation, but it had worked and he finally started to fess up.

"Okay, then when… how… why?" She didn't understand, she couldn't understand. Well, she had known that, given her conversation with Sara weeks ago, but she wanted to hear it from Oliver. She wanted to know why he had suddenly decided that it would be a great idea to fuck her sister.

"Laurel…" Oliver put his head in his hands for a moment, before looking back up. He almost looked defeated. He took a deep breath and tried again.

"After… when Samantha told me she was pregnant, I… I didn't know what to do. I knew I screwed up, and that I was going to lose you over it for sure. I didn't want to have kids at that point in time, I was just turning 21 years old. I wasn't ready to be a father. I freaked out, and I told mom…" Oliver swallowed hard before looking towards the floor for a moment, pursing his lips and flexing his fingers. Laurel wasn't sure what to do. She hadn't expected this turn in their conversation. She hadn't meant for Oliver to be reminded of the loss of his son.

"Mom promised that it was going to be okay. And I believed her… I'd never thought… well, a couple of days later Samantha called, letting me know that she lost the baby and was moving back to Central City to be with her family. And I knew, I knew that I should feel relieved, dodged a bullet, problem solved itself… and mom agreed when I told her. It was better this way… Only I didn't feel relieved. I felt pain I never knew I could. I felt sad. I had all those emotions that I couldn't comprehend because I shouldn't be feeling them because I didn't want the kid, I wasn't ready to have that kid and yet,… I went to my room to try to figure everything out to be alone… only… with everything that had happened I'd forgotten that I had promised Sara to take her to the carnival. So, she stormed into my room all pissed for standing her up when she realized that something wasn't okay… I didn't tell her, I wanted to, but I knew that it wouldn't be fair to her, making her keep a secret like that from you. So, I never told her, and she never asked. She was just there, told me she'd be here to listen, if I wanted to talk. We spend the rest of the day just hanging out and watching TV. After that, she dropped in every single day after school to make sure I was okay." He stopped for a moment, taking a sip of his coffee, looking lost in his memories for a moment.

"You were away at college and busy and it wasn't like I could've told you. I wanted to, but I knew it would be the end of us if I did. And I couldn't tell Tommy because he wouldn't have understood… and he might have told you… A couple of weeks after, Sara called me in the middle of the night. She had gone for a drive with a hot guy in a 1965 Buick Skylark and somehow ended up on the Freeway to Central City, she had told him to turn around and when he wouldn't threaten him with calling her detective father and having him arrested for kidnapping. The guy stopped the car and according to her literally pushed her out of it, at the side of the freeway. So, I went to pick her up. Scared shitless the entire time. Not knowing what I would do if something were to happen to her. It was that night that we kissed for the first time. And a couple of weeks later that we slept together. I initiated it. She tried to stay away. I didn't want her to." His voice had been quiet, steady but hoarse during the whole recollection of events. Laurel wasn't sure what to say, what to make of it. But she remembered Sara's words:

"The first time we kissed was the night Ollie got arrested for his DUI… shortly after Samantha had told him she lost the baby. I didn't know what was going on at the time, he wouldn't tell me, but I knew, I knew something was going on, that something was wrong, so I dropped in on him like once a day to make sure he was okay. You were away at college and really busy. The night we kissed… look, I was stupid. I got myself in a dangerous situation and Ollie helped me, I guess it had scared him… I'm still not sure who made the first move, but we avoided each other for weeks after…"

The night Ollie got his DUI had been the first weekend she had been back home in weeks. He had walked out on her that night, to help a friend, according to him. To get Sara. Because Sara had gotten herself in trouble again. Because he was the only person besides Tommy that her sister could've called in a situation like this without getting a lecture and in even more trouble. Sara had been in serious danger. And the only person she could call was the local party boy, who got in the car after he's had a fair amount of alcohol in his system, to go save her sister. That had been extremely stupid and dangerous of him. Sara should've called her, but she knew why her baby sister hadn't, because she had called the cops on her before, because she had lectured her before, because she would've told their dad… Sara should've been able to call her in those situations. Not Ollie or Tommy. Who could've gotten all of them killed.

Laurel tried to wrap her head around everything he had just told her.

"So, how did you end up in bed with her?" She decided to push those thoughts away for the moment. It was something to mull over later, when she was alone.

Oliver ran his hand over his face and expelled some air.

"Around six weeks after that night, Tommy sort of forced us to hang out. He had noticed that we were avoiding each other and was fed up with our behavior. He mentioned something along the line of feeling like the child of a divorce. So, he somehow bullied us into going out together, just the three of us. And I don't know, I planned on keeping my distance, on just acting like nothing had happened but… I don't know seeing her for the first time in six weeks… and she had worn this… it doesn't matter… I know she tried to avoid me, get rid of us at the club but we wouldn't let her just dump us. It was a couple of drinks in when Tommy left with a girl and Sara was about ready to ditch me, I guilt tripped her into staying with me. We had a lot to drink that night and I don't know… we ended up having sex in the club's bathroom… I took her home after that and you know… the next morning… I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, I couldn't believe what had happened the night before and I felt so bad and guilty but at the same time… Sara had made me feel something I've never felt before. I didn't know how to face her, what to say to her so, when Tommy texted and asked me to hang out, I told him yes and just left. When I got home mom, mom asked me if Sara was alright, that she hadn't even stayed for breakfast and looked distraught. I felt so bad, I hadn't meant to hurt her, I just hadn't known what to do. I tried to call her to apologize, but she ignored my calls and texts… for weeks. Until we accidentally ran into each other at a party… we ended up having drunk sex again and that time I didn't bail in the morning… well, she did, actually." She was watching him intently and different than Sara he was showing emotion and actually chuckled a little when remembering that Sara had bailed on him, probably as revenge, knowing her sister. He had been right, his retelling of events mirrored Sara's and there wasn't a lot more that she had learnt so far… well some but nothing significant that could help her understand why.

She calculated the timing of events which brought her to her next question.

"Why didn't you… why… after Spring Break, why did you get back together with me? Why not just stay with her?" She wanted to know.

Oliver just looked at her. Staying silent. Wasn't he supposed to tell her? Weren't they here to talk about what had happened? If he just went back to being silent and not talking about it, why did he come?

"I mean… you could've avoided all of this. We were broken up, you were screwing her already, why get back together with me? When you'd just go ahead and kept on fucking my sister behind my back for one and a half years. One and a half years, Oliver! I thought maybe a couple of weeks... maybe months… but for more than a year? How could you? Why would you? Why didn't you just break up with me?" Laurel took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She had not meant to attack him like that. She had intended for this to be a conversation, sort of like it had been with Sara. Apparently, she was still angrier at Oliver because of it as she had thought. He was up off the couch and angrily pacing before she had finished her outburst.

"Because I fucking loved you, Laurel. I've loved you since I was like twelve years old. You have no idea how much I loved you. And I couldn't believe that you loved me too. Because you deserved better, you always deserved so much better than me, Laurel. I felt like the luckiest guy on the planet because you loved me too..." Oliver stopped his pacing, took a deep breath and fixed her with an intense stare before continuing, and his words made her flinch back and look at him incredulously.

"Only you didn't. Not really. It took me years to figure it out. Longer than I care to admit, longer than it should have. You loved the idea of me, Oliver Jonas Queen, the person everyone expected me to be. The potential I had, but not who I really was. It was never enough, nothing I did was ever enough... except the partying and having fun, I was always doing too much of that according to you. You had this perfect picture of how you wanted your life to be and did whatever you could to make me fit, to try and change me so I would fit into that picture of the life you wanted. And I wanted to Laurel, I wanted to be the man you thought I was. I wanted that life you envisioned for us so bad and I tried so hard to be who you wanted me to be but that wasn't me and every time you pointed out things I did wrong it felt like another failure and confirmed what I've known from the beginning that you deserved so much better than me. You deserved someone who didn't have to try so hard to be who you wanted them to be... someone who could give you everything you wanted without constantly fucking everything up." Oliver almost sounded resigned. There was pain underlying his voice and reflected in his face and eyes. She wanted to say something, to deny his accusations, but the words wouldn't come, and he didn't give her time before going on.

"Sometimes I felt like I was breaking under the pressure. The pressure that came from my parents, and the pressure you added to, talking about our future, about what our life was going to be like, about engagements and marriage and careers and children and I could barely manage to look two months into the future… I sometimes felt as if I were suffocating. I wasn't ready for all of that Laurel, and I tried to tell you, I tried to talk to you, but you wouldn't listen, you wouldn't let me, and I was too much of a coward to make you listen, to say everything I wanted to. I was afraid that you would leave me if I did. And I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. And yes, I'm aware of how it sounds, since I was the one who drove you away with my actions. Who ensured that you'd leave and never come back." Laurel wasn't sure what she was supposed to make out of this. She hadn't known that this was how he had felt. She didn't…

He took a deep breath and seemed to compose himself, looking away from her. He rolled his shoulders and she could see him rub his thumb and forefingers together, like he always did when he was stressed. He took another deep breath before going on, yet he refused to look at her.

"And then there was Sara... Sara, who expected nothing from me besides being her friend and spending time with her. Hell, even more than that. Sara was the only person in my life who told me and kept on telling me it was my life and what I wanted to do with it, how I was going to live it was my choice and no one else's. That I didn't have to do what my parents told me, that I didn't have to go to college, take over QC if I didn't want to. Sara, who accepted me the way I was, who didn't try to change me. Sara, who knew exactly how lost I was because she was lost too. She understood what it was like to be under the pressure of having to measure up to someone you will never be able to measure up to. She understood what it was like to not be the person you were expected to be, to not fit into the box people wanted to put you into. Sara was my friend, my partner in crime, my confidante… When I was with Sara I felt free, free from the burdens that came with being the heir to a billion-dollar company, free from all the expectations, she made me feel like I could be anything I wanted, do anything I wanted. She made me feel I had a say and choice when it came to my life and future… but she also represented everything my parents told me to stay away from. She was not the proper type to be with. She was trouble and no good. She wasn't what they would call respectable in any way. She was a scandal waiting to happen. Not worthy of the Queen name. And Sara… Sara disliked the high society, everything about the lifestyle that came with the last name Queen. I knew that. And how could I expect her to…" His voice was quiet, and slightly hoarse but firm nonetheless.

Laurel was listening to him intently, trying to understand… if Sara was so special, so important to him, while she made him feel so bad and horrible about himself, why did he stay with her and not dump her for her sister? She couldn't understand… he said he loved her and yet, all he did was say bad things about her. While Sara was perfect, according to him.

"I'm sorry, Laurel. I truly am, more than you will ever know. And I wished I would've never hurt you the way I did. I wish I could stop hurting you. If there was one thing in my life that I could change, it would be… I wished I could take all the hurt and the pain I caused you away. I regret the way things happened, the way you got hurt by it and how Sara and I handled or better said didn't handle the situation. But I don't… I can't… I'm sorry, Laurel, but I can't tell you I regret getting involved with Sara. There are a lot of regrets I have when it comes to your sister too, but none of them include my involvements with her. And I'm not telling you this to hurt you even more, I'm telling you this because I want us all to be able to move forward with a clean slate. And you need to know the truth, the whole truth, for any chance of that to happen. I loved you for half of my life, Laurel. You were my first love, you are one of my best friends and I need you in my life. You, and the thought of coming back home to you, is one of the major things that got me through those five years. You are one of the most important people in my life and have been since we were seven years old. You showed me what love was. And I'm sorry that you ended up getting hurt because of it." Oliver had turned his head towards her again and was looking her straight in the eyes while sharing this truth with her. She could feel her eyes get damp from his words and her heart constrict painfully. She was his first love, she was the one who showed him what love was… then why…? She was the reason that got him through his hell, this was the second time he had told her this, it had to mean something, right? But… He didn't regret getting involved with Sara…

"But Sara, Sara's the only person… Sara's… I never knew I could value someone's life more than my own. Sara made me understand what unconditional love is. Sara was the first person I was willing to do whatever it took to keep her with me. She made me realize that I was the type of person who had to be held back from jumping back into the freezing waters of the north china sea during a category two storm to keep me from going to look for one of my best friends, even at the risk of drowning myself. She was the first person I would've died for, the first person I was willing to die for, and she was the first person I killed for. She taught me that I'm the kind of person who does whatever, whatever it takes to protect the people I love. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her. I love her more than I ever thought I could love someone. She's the reason I get up in the morning. She's the reason I keep on fighting. Sara means everything to me. She and the baby are my whole world. It took me years and losing her more times than I care to remember to come to this realization. And I won't apologize for that. Sara's the love of my life." God, it hurt, hearing those words from him hurt. Even after all those years. But there was no denying their truth. His face, his eyes more than his words said it all. She was still trying to wrap her head around those new pieces of information when he continued and added even more to it.

"Your sister and I have been through so much together… things you can't even imagine, and I never want you to. We faced hell together and somehow came out at the other end, repeatedly and yes, we got separated several times but, in the end, we always found our way to each other again. And isn't that what really matters? The fact that no matter what, our paths keep on crossing. And it's never… we just fit. It doesn't matter if we were apart for a year, or five, or just a couple of months… it's never weird. It always feels right, like coming home. She gets me, and I get her. I don't need to explain… she just understands. We're speaking the same language. Everything just feels natural with her, everything always just happens, it's almost effortless." He looked at her softly and moved toward her, kneeling in front of her.

"I am truly sorry, for everything I've done to you, for all the pain I caused, before and today. I never intended to hurt you, Laurel. You are one of my best friends, you are my family and have been for most of my life. I need you in it. I need you. As my friend, as my moral compass. I hope I could help you understand, I hope this will help you move on so we can finally put the past behind us. I understand that you'll probably have a lot more questions. But I hope you'll understand that these are all the answers I can give you. Everything else is too much, I can't rip those scars open again, not even for you. And neither Sara nor I are willing to share even more details of our private life with you or anyone else. We already shared so many private moments with you, moments that we never meant to share with anyone, moments that should've just been and stayed between her and me. But we did, because we want to get past this and we agreed that you deserve some answers. You have them now. This has to be enough, Laurel. Because we can't give you anymore. I hope you understand." He had taken her hand and was keeping eye contact with her the whole time. His voice was very soft and soothing, yet left no room to argue. He bent forward and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"I'll leave you alone to sort through everything now. Do you want me to call your dad? Or send Dinah over? Thea should be back home within the hour." He got back up and looked at her in question.

"No, no, I'll be fine. Thank you. And like you said, Thea will be home soon." She cleared her throat and was still a little surprised by his sudden need to leave. But he didn't really give her a chance to wrap her head around it before he nodded at her and left. As unexpectedly as he had appeared.

Laurel was just sitting there, letting the last couple of hours pass through her mind's eyes until Thea came home and found her like this.


Notes:

Oliver and Laurel finally had the talk... sort of. Let me know how you guys thought I handled that, it was not easy to write. I tried to stay true to both characters and hope I managed to do that.

And yep, that happened during spring break...whatever naughty thing your mind comes up with... be assured it happened...lmao!

As always, let me know what you think.

Chapter Titel is from the song "Pieces" by Icon for Hire.