Page 38 of Outrun The Devil
Olivia took a tentative sip, feeling the smooth burn of the whiskey as it slid down her throat. It offered a temporary respite from the weight of their responsibilities and the complexities of their partnership. She welcomed the warmth that spread through her body, momentarily distracting her from the intensity of the case they were working on.
As Nathan leaned in closer, his voice carried a hushed intimacy, his lips almost brushing against her ear. “Relax, Liv. We've been working ourselves to exhaustion. We need this.” He smiled faintly at her.
Olivia's heart quickened at the proximity, her senses were heightened by the charged atmosphere between them. She focused on his words, allowing them to seep into her consciousness, drawing her further into the depths of their shared connection.
At that moment, the noise of the bar faded into the background, and it felt as if it was just the two of them, enveloped in a private world of secrets and unspoken desires. Olivia's thoughts raced, torn between the professional boundaries they had carefully established and the undeniable pull of something more.
She couldn't deny the electric tension that crackled in the air, a magnetic force that drew them closer together. The weight of their unspoken feelings hung heavy as if teetering on the edge of a precipice. Olivia's breath caught in her throat, anticipation mingling with apprehension as she wondered where this delicate dance would lead.
But for now, they remained locked in their private moment, a moment filled with whispered words and unspoken promises. Time stood still as they allowed themselves to indulge in the temporary solace the whiskey provided, savoring the warmth of each other's presence.
In this intimate setting, Olivia and Nathan were no longer just partners bound by duty. They were two souls navigating the murky waters of their emotions, teetering on the edge of a decision that could forever alter the course of their lives.
As they sat at the bar, Olivia's fingers traced the rim of her glass absentmindedly. The weight of the case still lingered in her mind, but she welcomed the opportunity to engage in a light conversation with Nathan, temporarily setting aside the intensity of their work.
Nathan leaned back on his stool, taking a casual sip of his drink before turning towards Olivia. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he asked, “So, Collins, tell me something about yourself that has nothing to do with solving crimes.”
Olivia chuckled softly, grateful for the momentary shift in focus. She took a moment to ponder his question before responding, “Well, I have a guilty pleasure for cheesy '80s action movies. There's something about the over-the-top explosions and one-liners that never fails to entertain me. It's a guilty pleasure I indulge in on lazy Sunday afternoons.”
Nathan's eyebrows raised in genuine surprise. “Really? I wouldn't have pegged you for an '80s action movie fan. Any favorites?”
Olivia grinned, her eyes lighting up with a hint of nostalgia. “I'm a sucker for 'Die Hard.' The combination of Bruce Willis' sarcastic humor and non-stop action just hooks me every time. Plus, it's become somewhat of a tradition for me to watch it every Christmas season.”
Nathan chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Ah, the classic Christmas movie debate. 'Die Hard' sparks some heated discussions, but I can see the appeal.”
The weight of the case momentarily lifted as they found solace in the simple joy of a relaxed conversation.
“Did you get to chat with your brother?” Olivia inquired, swirling her drink around in her glass.
“Yes, I did. Your advice worked. We ended up talking about Call of Duty,” Nathan said thankfully.
Olivia smiled to herself, she had known they'd be able to find a shared interest if they simply took the time to communicate properly.
As the night wore on, they sipped slowly at their whisky, and the conversation between the two detectives deepened. They talked about everything from work to their personal lives, sharing stories of triumph and heartbreak. Olivia found herself opening up to Nathan in a way she never had before, feeling a sense of trust and safety in his company.
Nathan leaned in close to her, his breath hot against her neck as he whispered in her ear.
“Let's get out of here.”
Olivia's heart raced as she looked into Nathan's eyes and saw the intensity of his desire. She knew that he understood her need to let go, to release the tension that had built up inside her. They stumbled out of the bar and into the cool night air, the city lights blinking in the distance.
Nathan took her hand and led her across the street, pulling her along behind him. Olivia felt a thrill of excitement and fear race through her as they approached a dark alley. Nathan turned to her, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Trust me, Liv,” he said, his voice low and throaty.
Without another word, he pushed her against the wall, his lips crashing down onto hers. Olivia gasped as he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce hunger. She felt the heat of his body against hers, the hard press of his erection against her thigh.
Nathan's hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and pulling her even closer to him. Olivia moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she kissed him back with equal fervor. The thrill of being caught in such a risky situation only fueled their passion.
As Nathan's hands worked their way up to her breasts, Olivia couldn't help but feel a wave of guilt wash over her. They had a case to solve, and here she was, getting lost in the moment with her partner. But she couldn't deny the pleasure that coursed through her body at Nathan's touch.
Suddenly, a loud noise interrupted their moment of passion. They both froze, their eyes widening in fear as they tried to identify the source of the sound. It was then that Olivia realized that they weren't alone in the alleyway.
Adrenaline surged through Olivia as she reached for her gun and Nathan mirrored the motion in tandem. The alleyway was a dimly lit, corridor of shadows and flickering fluorescent bulbs that did little to guide their way. They advanced cautiously, footsteps echoing off the concrete walls, flicking their eyes back and forth in a desperate attempt to keep ahead of any danger.
The timing of it all wasn't lost on Olivia. It felt like a deliberate interruption, a stark reminder of the path she had chosen to tread. Just moments ago, she had allowed herself to succumb to the allure of passion with Nathan Steele, stepping into the forbidden territory she had sworn to avoid.
The end of the alley brought relief, but also confusion, as there was nothing there to account for the feeling of dread that still lingered within them. Just when they began to feel like they could breathe again, Olivia's phone vibrated in her pocket. She glanced at the caller ID and recognized Patel’s number.