A/N: This chapter earns its M rating! Warning for Smut!
It had been hours since Linda saw Oliver and she talked with the police, defending his actions.
Her parents had been angry and were at the hospital with Andrian and his parents. They were so ashamed of her actions and told her not to show her face anywhere near the hospital.
She wouldn't have gone to see Adrian anyway. She couldn't help but think he deserved everything Oliver did to him.
Still, she wished Oliver would've called her after everything that happened. She was worried and could think of nothing else but him. When the hour grew late, nearing midnight, she gave up waiting for his phone call and got ready for bed, dressing in a pair of green and black flannel pajamas, brushing her hair out, it fell around her shoulders.
She had just pulled the covers back on her bed when she heard a pounding knock on the front door.
She walked out of her room, making her way to the front door, wondering who could be here at the late hour. Her parents were still at the hospital. She hoped it wasn't the police wanting her to answer more questions.
She pulled the door open and was surprised to see Oliver standing on her doorstep.
"Oliver," She breathed.
"I know it's late but I wanted to see you." Oliver fiddled with his hands as he took her in. Clearly, she was getting ready for bed. She looked cute in an adorable way in her flannel pjs. "It's late, I'll just come back another time."
"No, wait." Linda's hand shot out, touching his arm. "Do you want to come inside? It's just me here and I wouldn't mind the company."
"Are you sure?" Oliver asked.
"Yeah." she trailed her hand down to his and pulled him inside, shutting the door behind him.
She led him by the hand to her room, shutting the door behind them and taking a seat on her bed.
Oliver looked around the room, taking it in before slowly taking a seat next to her. "I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Linda angled her body toward him. "I'm okay, it has just been a long day with everything that happened."
"I'm sorry." Oliver said apologetically.
Linda's brow furrowed. "For what?"
"I never wanted you to see the brutally violent side of me. I don't want you to fear me the way you fear Adrian." Oliver confessed, his gaze falling to the bed and the space between them.
"Oliver," Linda placed her hand against his cheek, directing his eyes back to her. "I could never be afraid of you."
"Even after what I did to Adrian?" Oliver asked, covering her hand with his own.
"You were protecting me." Linda insisted. "There is nothing wrong with that. She placed her other hand on his shoulder. "Before you I didn't feel like I mattered. You changed that."
Oliver smiled softly and they fell into an easy silence.
"Thank you." Linda said after some time.
"Why are you thanking me?" Oliver asked.
"You freed me." Linda's lips pulled into a smile. "I didn't think I was ever going to escape what my life had become but now I can hope for something better. A life that doesn't include a guy like Adrian."
"What about life with me?" Oliver asked, surprising her. "Can you see that?"
"I, wow, did I fall asleep? Am I dreaming? You only say things like that in my dreams."
Oliver's lips pulled into a smile. He likes the thought that she dreamed about him. He leaned forward giving her time to pull away and brushed his lips slowly against hers.
Linda's eyes slid closed and she pressed her hand against his neck, pressing forward, returning the kiss. It was sweet and gentle and perfect and better than she imagined what it would be like to kiss him the first time.
Oliver drew back slowly. "Did that feel like you were dreaming?"
"No." Linda shook her head. "It felt real."
"We're real and the way I feel about you is real." Oliver told her. "I care about you and I don't mean as just a friend. I understand if you're not there or if you don't think you can be with me but I need you to know how I feel."
"Oliver," Linda breathed. "I do want to be with you. I've never wanted anything more."
"Really?" Oliver didn't want her to do something just because she thought she had to. He wanted her to make the choice on her own.
Linda stood up and placed her hands on his shoulders, keeping her eyes on him as she climbed into his lap, straddling his hips. "Yes, really. I have never felt about anyone the way I feel for you."
Oliver wrapped an arm around her back and placed his hand against her jaw, leaning forward pressing his mouth to hers in a slow kiss, coaxing her mouth open.
Linda parted her lips and allowed him to slip his tongue inside her mouth, gliding his tongue across hers in an intimate kiss.
Linda moaned in the back of her throat as she felt a throbbing in her core, her skin felt hot everywhere he touched, her body moved restlessly against him, hips swivelling.
Oliver groaned lowly, his cock hardened, straining against his jeans. He jerked his hips up, pulling her down against him.
Linda groaned, feeling him against her, hard and straining through their clothes. "Oliver!" she gasped.
Oliver watched her as he slipped his hand into her pants, slipping inside her cotton panties and feeling her wet and hot, he cup her sex his finger moving to find her entrance.
"Wait!" Linda grabbed his wrist.
"I'm sorry," Oliver apologized. "I'm moving too fast,"
"No, it's not that." Linda bit her lip nervously. "I've never done this before. I've never had sex."
Oliver's brow furrowed. "You and Adrian never?"
"No," Linda shook her head. "Adrian is more old school. That was supposed to come when we were married."
Oliver breathed slowly, the more primal part of him relieved that she had never been with Adrian completely. "I don't want to pressure you into doing something you're not ready for."
"Your not." Linda cupped his cheek. "I want to do this with you, I just wanted you to know that I've never been with anyone like this."
Oliver brushed his mouth against hers sweetly. "I'm honored that you chose me to share yourself with."
"Your the only one I want," Linda confessed, she reached for his jacket, pushing it off his shoulder, his shirt following next. Linda gasped, his body was more perfect than she imagined, he had scars that littered his skin but she felt like in a way those scars connected them on a deeper level because they knew a similar pain.
"Stand up, baby." Oliver murmured.
Linda stood slowly and took a step back, reaching for the buttons on her flannel pajamas.
Oliver stood, stilling her hand. "Let me."
Slowly, giving her the chance to stop this, he undid the buttons of her top one by one before pushing it off her shoulders.
The material slid off her arms and fell at her feet, she wore no bra. Oliver watched her as he cupped her breast in his hands, the way her eyes darkened and her lips parted. He brushed his thumbs across her peaks, her nipples pebbling at the touch. "Has he ever touched you?"
"No," Her voice was breathy.
"Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me?" Oliver asked, continuing to caress her breast as he skimmed his lips down her neck.
"Yes, yes." she nodded her head, her hands coming up to hold onto his waist.
Oliver's arms came around her and lifted her. "Wrap your legs around me,"
Linda did as he instructed and her breath hitched as he hiked her high up his body. She could feel his hot breath fanning across her breast, right before she felt his lips wrap around one stiff peak, sucking at her breast, tugging on it with her teeth.
She gasp, her hips jerking against him at the pleasurable sensation that made her sex throb, her panties growing damp.
Her breathy gasp and moans, the way her nails dug into his skin, made Oliver's dick hardened further and he knew had to be inside her soon.
He turned them around and gently laid her against her mattress and across her pillows, releasing her nipple with a pop, he gave the same treatment to her other breast, while grinding hid hips against hers.
Linda felt him straining in his jeans, his hot mouth doing things to her she never felt before until all she could feel was the lust and passion between them and the need to have him claim her in a way no one ever has.
Oliver hand slip down her body, slowly his plam flat against her as he covered her sex, his fingers circled around her entrance and her heart skipped in her chest, slowly she felt his finger slip inside her body shallowly.
Oliver groaned, she was wet but he wanted to make this as easy for her as possible. Slowly, he inches his finger inside her, going deeper with each thrust.
Linda gasped as he buried his finger to the knuckle. She had never even masturbated before. The feeling Oliver was creating inside her was new and exciting.
Oliver slipped a second finger inside her and she felt his finger moving faster, her breaths came quicker and faster.
Oliver leaned over her covering her mouth with his slipping a third finger inside her, scissoring them, stretching her for him.
Linda tensed there was a slight burning as he stretched her but the feeling of pleasure was more powerful than the slight discomfort and he was doing an excellent job of distracting her with his lips on her, his tongue plundering her mouth.
Oliver felt her get wetter and wetter her arousal coating his fingers and making it easier. When she started lifting her hips, fucking herself on his fingers, he withdrew them from her willing body.
"No," Linda whimpered. "Don't stop."
"Patience, baby." he stood up and Linda leaned up on her elbows, staring up at him, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily, lips parted in need.
"God, you look like an angel." Oliver murmured. "The most beautiful angel I have ever seen." He leaned back down to press a hard kiss to her lips before stepping away from the bed.
Linda leaned up on her elbows and watched as he toed out of his shoes and removed his socks, her breath caught in her throat when he reached for his belt unbuckling it.
She looked up at him as he unfastened his belt and pulled the zipper down but he didn't push them down his hips yet.
He reached into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and looking inside. She didn't have to wonder long what he was looking for as he tossed a roll of condoms on the bed beside her.
She swallowed hard, wondering just how many times he planned on being inside of her in one night.
When she looked back at him he was pushing both his boxer and jeans past his hips and down his legs.
Linda's eyes widened as his erection was freed and bounced up against his stomach. He was big. Bigger than she expected.
She had no idea how it was going to fit but she wanted to find out. She wanted their bodies to join in the most intimate way possible and she wanted to be one with him.
She bit her lip as he crawled onto the bed with her. Instinctively she opened her arms to him and her legs fell open for him.
He encased her in his arms, his mouth meeting hers in a slow kiss as he settled against her, his weight settling over her.
She could feel his chest rubbing against hers, his hips grinding against hers, his hard length sliding against her wet folds.
She was close to begging him when he pulled away from her again but when she watched him tear the condom open with his mouth, everything stopped. "Can I put it on?"
Oliver nodded and held the condom out to her, with shaking fingers she took it.
Oliver rolled onto his back and she sat up slowly, she took him in laying naked against her sheets and she never saw a more erotic sight.
Reaching forward, she trailed the tip of her fingers over the head of his cock, before encircling him with her hand. She slid her hand up and down his length a few times, feeling it pulse in her hand.
"Baby, please, you can explore later, I need to be inside you."
Linda blushed wanting that too, she rolled the condom down his length, the moment it was on Oliver arms wrapped around her, drawing her against his chest. He rolled her beneath him, nestling her body between hers.
He gripped her thighs raising them high on his hips, stroking his cock a few times, making sure the condom was secure, he positioned the head of his cock at her hot opening.
Linda gasped as the head pushed in, he was much bigger than his fingers.
Oliver kept his thrust shallow, going deeper each time until he reached her hymen.
Linda gasped as his cock pushed at it. It was uncomfortable and hurt, her body tensing.
"Relax," Oliver whispered. "I don't want to hurt you but the more tense you become, the more it will hurt."
Linda nodded, trying to relax her body.
Oliver kissed her softly, hoping to distract her.
The feel of his lips pressed against hers was soft and tender and she focused on it, on the feel of his lips moving over hers, his lips moving across her jaw and to her neck, nipping at the skin, consumed her.
When Oliver felt her relaxing he pushed forward but still her body resisted, tightening around him. He felt her body jerk with pain and he hated it, making a split decision that it would be easier for her if he just got the painful part over with, he withdrew from her and then tightening his grip on her snapped his hips forward, pushing past her hymen on one quick hard thrust.
Linda's eyes widened and her mouth opened on a cry of pain, her hands gripped his back, nails digging into his skin. It hurt. She wasn't expecting it hurt this much but she felt worse pain than this.
She whimpered. "Don't move please."
Oliver wiped the tear that slid out of her eye away, and pressed kisses against her skin. "I'm sorry. I didn't like hurting you."
"I know," she said softly, he was stretching her, filling her and she was trying to breathe through the pain.
Oliver struggled not to move but he vowed he wasn't going to until she was ready.
Finally after what seemed like forever the pain eased but that uncomfortable feeling was still there. "Move,"
Oliver looked down at her concern. "Are you sure?"
Linda nodded, sharply. "Yes."
"I'll be gentle," Oliver withdrew from her slowly and she winced.
She held on tightly as he pushed slowly inside her, and just like he promised he was so gentle, his hands moved over her lovingly, when his llps found hers she opened to him.
His tongue was a welcoming distraction from the slight discomfort she felt from his cock stretching her.
Unexpectedly, it started to feel different, the uncomfortable feeling fading away much like the pain had and was replaced with pleasure. Pleasure unlike anything she ever felt before, she lifted her hips meeting him on his next thrust and God, it felt so good.
Oliver pulled his mouth from hers, clenching his jaw, keeping himself in control. He couldn't let go. Not with her. Not when she was still becoming used to having him moving inside her. "Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore," she answered breathlessly. "It feels good."
"Yeah?" Oliver couldn't hide his relief.
"Yes," she let out a moan as he pushed back inside her. "Can you go faster?"
Oliver answered by doing just that, thrusting into her again, faster and faster but always mindful to keep his movements gentle. All he wanted to do was pound into her until she was screaming his name, begging for more.
Linda's mouth fell open and she was unable to keep her moans of pleasure inside. God, it felt amazing. Oliver moved inside her, claiming her. She didn't want it to stop. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him in deeper. "Don't stop."
Oliver gave a deep chuckle. "I couldn't." he groaned as she squeezed around him. "God, you feel so good. Like you were made just for me."
"Maybe I was," she panted, breathlessly, tilting her hips meeting him thrust for thrust.
Oliver groaned, her words touching a primal part of him. He surged forward, his cock hitting her at a deeper angle.
Her mouth fell open on a cry of pleasure but Oliver swallowed it, claiming her mouth for his own as he plundered it with his tongue.
With every thrust Linda felt the coil inside of her grow tighter and tighter until it snapped. She came around Oliver, the walls of her tight channel clamping down hard on his thrusting member. She ripped her mouth from Oliver's throwing her head back in ecstasy.
Oliver cursed, feeling her convulse around him, triggering his own orgasm, he lost the rhythm in his hips, and with one last thrust he came inside of her, spilling his cum into the condom wrapped around him.
He buried his face in her neck, catching his breath, his body relaxing as Linda's fingers, trailed over the back of his scalp and neck in a soothing motion.
A quiet moment fell over them as he pressed kisses against her neck and her hands smooth over his shoulders and back.
"Oliver, what does this mean?" Linda asked softly.
Oliver pulled his face from her neck and stared down at her, questioningly. "What are you asking?"
"Is this a one night stand or something more?" Linda asked, more than a little self conscious with Oliver still inside of her, his larger form surrounding hers.
"No, this is not a one night stand, one night with you could never be enough, I want more than just sex from you." Oliver assured her.
"Really?" Linda felt hope surged through her chest.
"Yes," Oliver placed a palm against her cheek. "I love you."
Linda's eyes filled with tears as her heart pounded against her ribcage. "I love you, too."
Oliver leaned down capturing her mouth in a slow tender kiss, Linda touched him softly, lovingly.
Soon they two lovers succumb to the need for rest, Linda drifting to sleep with Oliver buried inside of her, his head buried in the crook of her neck, his breaths even as he slept.
Linda fell asleep wanting to stay just like this, feeling complete with him inside her, feeling safe with him surrounding her so completely.
The streams of sunlight filtering through the room from the window early in the morning woke Oliver. He pushed up on his arms, he was still buried in Linda and it was an amazing feeling.
She was fast asleep resting peacefully, beneath him.
Slowly, he eased out of her. He was surprised she didn't wake.
He brought his hand up, brushing her dark hair away from her cheek, slowly he leaned forward and placed a kiss to her mouth, she smiled in her sleep and a warm feeling spread through his chest.
Slowly, watching her reaction he trailed his lips across her cheek, other than a small hum there was no real reaction.
He marveled to learn she was a deep sleeper and he was curious just how deep of a sleeper she was.
Bracing his weight on his arm, he was determined to wake her with just the touch of his mouth.
His lips skimmed across her jaw, placing open mouthed kisses against her neck, following the line of her collarbone with his tongue, nipping at the top of her breast with his teeth.
When he reached her nipple he placed his tongue flat against it,and flicked, watching fascinated as it pebbled.
She shifted beneath him, but it was clear by her even breaths and the serene look on her face that she had yet to rouse from her sleep.
He took her breast into his mouth and sucked hard on her pebbled nipple.
Linda came to with a gasp, her back arching, pressing her breast further into his mouth. Her hand covered his head as the other one grip the sheets. "Oliver!"
Oliver smirked, releasing her breast with a pop and stared up at her. "Yes?"
"What are you doing?" Linda breathed.
"Giving you the best wake up call in the world." he slid furthered down her body, kissing down her tongue, swirling his tongue in her belly button, nipping at her hipbone with his teeth.
Linda's breaths got faster and faster, a whimper escaping her lips when he finally reached the place she wanted them to.
She gasped as his finger swiped through her folds and circles her entrance, gathering her wetness on his finger.
She watched on in stunned silence as he lifted his finger and slid into his mouth, sucking her juices off it.
"Oh God." She whimpered, so turned on she felt her core throb. "Please,"
"Shh," Oliver shushed her with a reassuring smile. "I'm going to take care of you."
She couldn't stop the moan that spilled from her mouth as his tongue swiped through her folds, as his finger slid inside of her thrusting shallowly. The rise and fall of her chest increased, heat coiled low in her belly as her pleasure grew.
Oliver took her clit into his mouth and sucked softly as first.
Linda panted his name, needing something more. "Oliver, please."
He sucked harder, adding another finger and thrusting deeper faster.
Her pleasure grew with every suck, every slide of his tongue and the constant movement of his fingers inside of her.
Her back arch as his name tore from her mouth on a cry of pleasure as she came hard.
She would've felt embarrassed except the low groan Oliver admitted as began to lap up her juices with his tongue told her he liked it.
It was minutes later when he moved back up her body, and cradled her in his arms. "You taste amazing."
"Yeah?" Linda swiped her thumb over his bottom lip.
"God, yes." Oliver crashed his lips into hers and swept his tongue into her mouth.
Linda groaned something deep and filthy she didn't know she was capable of as she tasted herself on his tongue and it made her want to taste him. She wondered if she could make him fall apart the way he did? Would he release into her mouth like she did in his? Would she like the taste of him on her tongue? Would she be any good at it?
She gasps suddenly, ripping her mouth from his mind going blank as the head of Oliver's cock pushed inside her. Her orgasm made it easy for him to bottom-out inside her.
He was in so deep and it felt so right. She felt complete.
Oliver groaned, deep in his chest. "You feel too good." He couldn't wait for her to adjust to him. He had to move. "I can't wait."
"Please," Linda didn't even know what she was asking for, all she knew was that she needed more. Needed him.
Slowly, Oliver started to move, his cock dragging out of her and pushing back in slowly.
Linda gasps, her mouth falling open feeling every inch of him pushing into her every single time, rubbing against her in the most perfect way, pleasure coiled deep inside her.
She wrapped her legs high on his hips and Oliver sunk in deeper.
Oliver grunted, picked up speed as she squeezed around him. She felt just as amazing as she did the first time and he whispered praises into her skin, his lips brushing her neck, the top of her breast, her jaw and finally her lips.
He watched in awe as she threw her head back, body arching as she came around him. He kissed her deeply when he found his own release, groaning deeply.
He stayed buried inside of her for several minutes before rolling onto his back and pulling her against him.
Linda curled into him, her head resting on his shoulder, hand resting on his chest, tangling her leg over his.
"Is it always going to be this good?" Linda wondered, as Oliver his large hand moved up and down her back.
"I sure as hell hope so," Oliver pressed a kiss to her hair.
Linda was enjoying the feel of Oliver's hands moving up and down her side, lulling her back to sleep when her bedroom door was thrown open.
She yelped in surprise, and pulled the cover up, over herself, staring wide eyed.
Her mother and father stood in the doorway, her father looked ready to kill her and her mother looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her whole from shame.
"Have you lost your mind?" Her father demanded. "Did I raise you to be a whore?!"
"I'm not." Linda protested.
Her mother must've overcome her shock because she stormed into the room and tossed their clothes at them. "Get dressed now. And get downstairs."
She turned on her heel, leaving the room, her father shot her a scornful look before following her mother out.
Oliver tossed the cover aside and started getting dressed, pulling on his boxers and pants.
Linda sat frozen, clutching the sheet to her bare body, tears in her eyes. Her parents weren't good parents but they had never looked at her like that before.
"Hey," Oliver came to her side, cupping her cheek. "Hey, it's going to be okay."
"How?" Linda whispered.
"Because you don't have to face them alone." he pressed a sweet kiss to her mouth. "We'll do it together."
After getting dressed in jeans and one of her old t-shirts, Linda ran a brush through her hair and tried to tame it. She didn't want to face her parents with sex hair.
Oliver walked with her down the stairs of her home, his hand clutched in hers.
Linda's parents were waiting in the living room.
"Leave now." Linda's father ordered Oliver. "Before I have you arrested for trespassing."
"Dad, he-"
"Shut up." her father cut her off abruptly. "He needs to leave. We have things to discuss."
"I'm not-"
"It's okay," Linda interrupted Oliver. "Go. I can do this."
"Are you sure?" Oliver asks concerned.
"Yes." Linda assured. "It's nothing I haven't faced before. Go. I'll call you."
"Promise." asked Oliver.
"I promise," She assured him.
Oliver ignored her parents and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
Linda watched him walk out the door, feeling like he took her heart with him.
Her father making a disgusted sound brought her eyes back to her parents and saw them looking at her with matching expressions.
Anger. Disappointment. Disgust.
"Have you lost your mind? How could you let that boy touch you!?" Her father demanded. "Do you realize what you have done? What are we supposed to tell Adrian's parents?"
"Nothing. We don't have to tell them anything." her voice was hesitant in her response.
"What are we supposed to let them think their son is marrying a virgin when in truth he is marrying a whore?" Her mother snapped back at her.
Linda looked at her mother astonished. "I am not a whore. How can you even call me that?"
"Were you not just spreading your legs for someone who is useless."
"Don't talk about him like that!" Linda exclaimed her usual submissive nature nowhere to be seen, refusing to hear anyone disrespect the best person she knows. "Oliver is not useless. He's kind and caring, he protects me. He treats me better than you do." She held her head high. "And he loves me."
"Loves you?" Her father laughed. "You naive little slut. He doesn't love you. All he wanted was to fuck you and you let him."
"I don't have to listen to this." Linda shook her head, tears filling her eyes. How could her father speak to her like this?
"Yes, you do." her mother snapped. "Your father is right. I know men just like Oliver. He is using you and when he is done he will toss you aside like trash. You are nothing to him."
"Stop it! I don't believe a single word about Oliver out of your mouths!" Linda shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "You don't know him. Not like I do." she wiped the tears away angrily. "You are the ones who use me and treat me like trash!"
"Excuse me? What did you just say." Her father took a step forward, anger and disapproval coming off him in waves.
"Oliver cares about me more than you. He doesn't call me names, doesn't belittle me, doesn't look down on me, doesn't try to control me. You say he is using me but isn't that what you are doing? You want me to marry Adrian because it's what you want. You don't care if he's hurting me, you don't care if he doesn't love me."
"That's enough young lady." her mother scolded. "You can't talk like that to us. We are your parents."
"Then start acting like it. Love me for me. Support my decision. Understand that I don't want to be with Adrian and that I love Oliver. Stop treating me like a possession, let me live my life. Care about what I want and my happiness. For once in your lives put me first and not your ambitions."
"Your mother said that's enough and it is. Enough!" her father thundered. "You will not tell us how to be parents and you will do as I say. You will tell Oliver you are never going to see him again. You are going to Adrian's parents and apologize for the pain you have caused. And when Adrian recovers, you are going to get on your hands and knees and beg him to forgive you!"
"No I won't!" Linda raised her voice to get her point across. "I am never going back to Adrian. He will never touch me again! Oliver loves me and I love him and he is the only man I will be with!"
The front door opened and Oliver walked back in but Linda and her parents were too deep in their argument to take notice.
"Shut up!" her father thundered. Angry by the loss of control over his daughter. "If you refuse to see that Oliver has turned you into his little whore and refuse to fix your mistake then you are no longer my daughter. Get out of my house!"
Oliver froze; he hadn't expected them to kick their only daughter out.
"Dad!" Linda exclaimed shocked, she looked to her mother for help but found none.
"He said to get out!" her mother shouted at her.
Tears filled Linda's eyes. "Where am I supposed to go?"
"I don't know." her mother's eyes were cold.
"And we don't care." Her father wrapped his arm around his life and led her out the room. "You have two days to take your stuff and get out, if you don't I will burn it all."
Linda watched her parents retreat from the room, and lifted a shaky hand to her mouth, lips trembling, the tears shined brightly in her eyes.
"Baby?"
Linda whirled around to see Oliver standing there and she ran to him, colliding into his chest. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she cried.
"Shh," Oliver shushed gently, one arm wrapped around her waist, the other combing through her hair.
Linda fisted her hands in his shirt, her shoulders shaking with her cries.
She couldn't believe it. Her parents threw her out. Didn't they love her even a little?
"You can stay with me."
Oliver's words had her jerking her head back to look at him stunned. "What?"
"You can come live with me."
"You don't think it's too fast?" Linda asked. She didn't want to rush things with Oliver. He was too important to her.
"Maybe it is but I think at the end of the day with how we feel about one another, it doesn't matter." Oliver said. "I want to protect you. I want to be there for you. And I want to give us a real chance."
Linda was overwhelmed with his words she couldn't not kiss him, She gripped his shoulders and pressed her lips to his in a hard kiss that Oliver readily returned.
Oliver pulled back a smile on his lips. "Is that a yes?"
"Yes," Linda smiled, her smile matching Oliver's as he pulled her in for a deeper kiss.
Her relationship with her parents was disintegrating but at least she had Oliver.
If recent events taught her anything it was that Oliver was all she needed.
As long as she had him she knew she would be okay.
