Free Fix You: Bash and Olivia by Christine Bell

dropped from my eyes to my mouth and he looked anything but nice.
     We’d tiptoed around each other in our last session, making every effort not to touch…making stupid jokes whenever a moment got tense, or when one of us caught the other staring too long. It was torture. But the alternative was to call it quits. To tell him that I was going to skip our last session. Not happening.
    Andy would be back tomorrow. School would start again the following day. This was our last chance to…what? Even once I made it clear to Andy that we’re never ever ever getting back together, nothing could come of it with Bash. The odds of my being able to afford Crestville next semester were slim, and on the off chance I could, Bash wouldn’t be here anyway. He was leaving Boston as soon as he could manage it.
    I felt torn in half. I could seize the day. Take what was in front of me and savor every second knowing that, when it was over, walking away would be even harder.
    Or I could cut and run. Spend the rest of my life wondering what I’d missed out on but maybe spare myself the ultimate pain. I might not believe in love at first sight, even now, but I believed that you could see a person and your souls could recognize each other’s and connect in a way that was special. As crazy at it seemed, that was what had happened with Bash. I’d never felt that way about a boy before. Not even early on when things were good with Andy.
    What if I never felt it again?
    When I met Bash’s gaze again, the emotion there made my legs quiver. Every thought and feeling I’d been having was reflected in his beautiful blue eyes. His voice was pained when he finally spoke the words out loud.
    “I want you, Liv, but this will only make things harder.” He slipped a hand into my hair and his eyes searched my face like he was trying to memorize every detail. “I can’t promise you tomorrow.”
    I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his jaw, my decision made.
    “Then give me tonight.”

Chapter Seven
    Bash
    I could barely hear her with the blood pounding in my ears, but I was so far-gone, I didn’t need the words. Quashing that last shred of guilt, I tipped my head and kissed her.
    For the past week, I’d dreamed about her every night. About the first time I’d held her. About the first time we’d kissed. And every night I woke up in a sweat, wondering if there was any possible way it had really been like that, or ever could be again. Two virtual strangers, touching mouths. How good could it be?
    So fucking good.
    Better than good. And when we kissed, it was like our bodies had never not known each other. Like two halves of a magnet, drawn together, fit tight.
    Her mouth tasted like candy and I touched my tongue to hers. A wave of need crashed over me, pooling low in my stomach. I groaned right as she moaned and shivered in my arms. Desperate for more, I squeezed her closer, until all my hard parts were lined up with her soft ones. The throbbing in my groin was like a heartbeat now, and when she ground her hips against me, it was like heaven and hell all at once.
    I dropped the tape I had in my hand and gripped her hips in my fingers, anchoring her to me, lost in the rhythm as we strained against each other. She whimpered against my mouth and locked her arms around my neck. Slowly, I inched forward, inching her backward, kissing her all the while. She let out a gasp when her back hit the concrete wall, but I was exactly where I wanted to be. I hitched her up high, cupping her sweet ass in my hands, using the wall for leverage, until her legs were wrapped around my waist.
    The low hum of satisfaction deep in her throat echoed my own as my cock met her soft center. With only the thin cotton of gym clothes between us, the contact was searing. Her hips flexed against mine, over and over as I rained kisses over her face and neck. The tension was coiling tighter; the need to be inside her, to feel that wet heat pulling at me, was enough to make my muscles