Olivia's POV
I spent the rest of the afternoon deliberately out of sight, holed up in my bedroom with the door closed.
Let him wonder what I was doing. Let him imagine.
I could hear him moving around the house occasionally - footsteps in the hallway, the creak of the couch springs in the living room, the sound of the kitchen faucet running.
Each sound made me smile.
He was restless. Unsettled. Exactly where I wanted him.
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, planning my next move. This game required patience. Strategy. Perfect timing.
And I was going to enjoy every minute of it.
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By the time evening rolled around, my stomach was actually growling. I hadn't eaten much during breakfast and I'd been so determined to remain in my room that I'd forgotten about lunch.
Time to make an appearance.
