Olivia
The sound of the front door opening made me peek my head out from the dining room. Nathan walked in carrying a large white bakery box, a huge grin spreading across his handsome face.
His hair was more tousled than usual from the chilly February wind, but his blue-green eyes were brighter than ever. Despite my annoyance with him from the other day, I couldn’t deny how handsome he looked during moments like this.
“Liv, I picked up the cake and—” His voice trailed off when he spotted me standing on top of a chair, hanging blue and pink streamers from the ceiling.
“Olivia! What the hell are you doing up there?” he exclaimed. He quickly set the box down on the table and rushed over, his earlier look of amusement quickly shifting to one of concern. “Please get down before
