Olivia rose from the couch with a gentle smile and walked over to Dylan, embracing him with a warmth that felt far too natural, like a wife greeting her husband after a long day. She rested her head briefly against his chest, letting the steady beat of his heart calm her own chaotic thoughts.
"Lily was just telling me something… about your past," Olivia said softly, her voice light but her grip a little too tight around him. "She said if you ever found out, you'd bury us both alive."
Dylan pulled back slightly, just enough to press a firm kiss to her lips, one that felt both loving and warning. "Is that why you're suddenly so affectionate?" he asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he searched hers. "Anyway, I want to hear it from you. What did Lily say?"
