{"id":159,"date":"2012-07-07T10:26:53","date_gmt":"2012-07-07T02:26:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/209.217.236.171\/~infinite\/tls\/?page_id=159"},"modified":"2012-07-07T10:30:33","modified_gmt":"2012-07-07T02:30:33","slug":"chapter-39-coming-clean","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/tls.jlbensonauthor.com\/?page_id=159","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 39: Coming Clean"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I woke late the next morning. I wasn\u2019t entirely sure what time it was, and it took me several minutes to realize where I was.<\/p>\n<p>I opened my eyes slowly and inhaled deeply.<\/p>\n<p>My stomach growled immediately, once I realized that I was in Olivia\u2019s father\u2019s apartment. I knew Olivia was cooking. The apartment smelled amazing, and my mouth was already watering. I briefly wondered if I\u2019d managed to drool all over my pillow in my sleep.<\/p>\n<p>I turned over and blinked tiredly.<\/p>\n<p>I shoved myself into a sitting position, and raked my hand through my hair.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning\u2026 I\u2019m sorry, did I wake you?\u201d Olivia asked worriedly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo. I was awake. My stomach is growling.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, good. I made you an omelet.\u201d She offered.<\/p>\n<p>I raised my eyebrow. \u201cYou made an omelet?\u201d I asked in surprise. \u201cYou?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She pursed her lips. \u201cYes. I didn\u2019t know what you wanted to eat, and this was the only thing I could think of. I want to state that I am morally objecting to using an unfertilized baby chicken for the purposes of food, though.\u201d She insisted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDuly noted.\u201d I replied with a smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI ran out and bought some coffee too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, awesome.\u201d I mused, pushing myself up from the bed, and crossing into the kitchen, awkwardly straightening my pajama pants.<\/p>\n<p>I poured myself a mug of coffee and drank deeply. Olivia laughed softly, watching me. I noticed finally that she was wearing the same pajama top from the night before, but she wasn\u2019t wearing the bottoms. I wondered if she was wearing the same skimpy undergarments from the night before.<\/p>\n<p>I lowered the cup slowly. \u201cLiv\u2026 about last night\u2026\u201d I began.<\/p>\n<p>She shook her head. \u201cNo, it\u2019s fine. It\u2019s totally okay.\u201d She insisted. \u201cI understand.\u201d She smiled, standing on her toes and lightly kissing my cheek.<\/p>\n<p>I sighed, setting my coffee mug down behind me on the kitchen counter. I wrapped my arms around Olivia and pulled her against me. She sighed comfortably and rested her head against my chest. Her head seemed to fit perfectly beneath my chin.<\/p>\n<p>I drew in a deep breath, holding her gently. \u201cLiv, I owe you and your dad my life pretty much. If it wasn\u2019t for you guys, my ass would still be in that prison cell. And for who knows how long. If it weren\u2019t for your dad I\u2019d never get myself out of this mess. No one would ever believe a criminal accusing a cop of being crooked\u2026\u201d I mused. \u201cAbout last night\u2026 don\u2019t be upset with me for this\u2026 but I sort of promised your dad\u2026. I mean, one of the stipulations for me to stay here\u2026. Was that there wasn\u2019t any funny business between us. I assume that means he doesn\u2019t want to walk on me defiling his daughter\u2026\u201d I mused.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia straightened up out of my arms. \u201cOh, no. He didn\u2019t actually say that, did he?\u201d She asked in disbelief.<\/p>\n<p>I nodded. \u201cHe threatened to throw me back in jail.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Olivia shook her head. \u201cOh, that is so embarrassing!\u201d She gasped.<\/p>\n<p>I chuckled. \u201cCant really say that I blame him, though.\u201d I shrugged.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia shook her head and sighed. \u201cYou\u2019d better eat your omelet before it gets cold.\u201d She insisted.<\/p>\n<p>I lightly kissed her cheek and picked up my plate. I walked over to the dining table and plopped down. I scooped some of the omelet onto my fork and began shoveling food into my mouth.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour mom called this morning.\u201d Olivia mused.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cReally? Huh.\u201d I mused, feigning disinterest.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe\u2019s worried about you because she hasn\u2019t heard from you.\u201d She supplied, crossing the room and sitting next to me on a chair.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid you tell her that we\u2019re going there today?\u201d I worried.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo. I didn\u2019t think you would want me to.\u201d She said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe just asked how you were doing, and I told her about what you and my dad had discussed and that he thinks you can beat this. She\u2019s very excited.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I nodded absently.<\/p>\n<p>Olivia moved around the table and slid into my lap. She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. \u201cI\u2019m worried about you.\u201d She said softly. \u201cI know you told me not to, but it\u2019s hard not to.\u201d She moved her arm around my shoulders and lightly toyed with my hair.<\/p>\n<p>I drew in a deep breath, and sighed heavily. \u201cIt\u2019s just been a hard couple of weeks. It takes a bit to get back to normal after what I\u2019ve been through the past few days.\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know.\u201d She mused gently. \u201cPromise that if there\u2019s anything I can do, you\u2019ll let me know?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n<p>I nodded. \u201cOf course, Liv.\u201d I answered.<\/p>\n<p>She smiled. \u201cMore coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure.\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n<p>She slipped from my lap and picked up my coffee mug, bringing it into the kitchen. She poured more coffee into the mug and brought it back. \u201cWhat do you want to do after we stop at your place? Is there anywhere you\u2019d like to go or do?\u201d She asked eagerly.<\/p>\n<p>To be completely honest, I didn\u2019t really want to do anything. I just wanted to hide in the apartment. I didn\u2019t feel up to casual interaction with strangers, or even going out in public.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe could go see a movie\u2026\u201d She paused. \u201cOr we could rent a few movies and come back here\u2026\u201d She offered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMaybe we could come back here.\u201d I began. \u201cI kind of just want to relax.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay, that sounds good.\u201d She smiled.<\/p>\n<p>I picked up my fork and started shoveling food in my mouth. The omelet was delicious.<\/p>\n<p>I finished the omelet and Olivia asked if I wanted a second.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m good, thanks.\u201d I smiled. \u201cI\u2019ll help you with the dishes.\u201d I offered, standing. I took a long drink of my coffee.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you.\u201d Olivia smiled.<\/p>\n<p>I washed the dishes while she dried them carefully and put them back<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo you mind if I shower?\u201d I asked, when the dishes were finished.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, of course not.\u201d She insisted. \u201cI think I\u2019ll shower later anyway. I\u2019ll just get dressed now and we can get to your parent\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I glanced awkwardly toward the clock. My parents would have already been gone.<\/p>\n<p>I nodded. \u201cSounds like a good idea.\u201d I mused. I lightly leaned toward her and kissed her forehead, before moving into the bathroom to shower.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"\/?page_id=161\">NEXT&gt;&gt;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I woke late the next morning. I wasn\u2019t entirely sure what time it was, and it took me several minutes to realize where I was. I opened my eyes slowly and inhaled deeply. 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