Olivia Vitale is trying her best to get her life back on track. After escaping an abusive relationship, she moves back to her home city of Joy. She promises her roommate Carol to take it slow with relationships. That promise becomes harder to keep a...
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𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 leaves her scrubs on the floor along with her bra and underwear. Her tired feet slowly descend into the warm water of the bathtub, and she feels the heat prickle through her skin and work into her tired muscles. Being on your feet for that long should be damn near illegal.
She was lucky today too. The night was pretty calm, and she had the time to take extra care of the older patients. The days where she has to pull away when she can feel how they need someone to talk to, someone to listen to them, it's awful and makes her want to cry every time.
The tap turns, and the water stops as she leans back, only her head peeking out from the surface. There's definitely something else in the water, or maybe it's just been too long since she was in a bathtub because she feels ridiculously weightless, and the exhaustion slowly lifts.
Olivia can't believe Bucky is doing all of this for her. He's so caring, and thoughtful, and sweet. If there is a heaven out there, she hopes this is the definition of it.
He'll turn it around. He's like Brock.
She groans in annoyance at the voice. Always the pessimist. It's harder to push away, not think about, when she's tired like this. Bucky isn't like Brock. First of all, he's not an addict and doesn't live in a dump.
Brock didn't at first, either.
She huffs and sits up, sliding over the edge towards the discarded clothes. The Walkman slips from the pocket, and she places the headphones over her ears, pressing play on the small tape. If the voice won't stop being an asshole, she'll force it away with music.
The slow mix of rock and pop her mom liked slowly fills up her ears, and the voice can't break through that. All she hears is her own grateful thoughts about Bucky and how she appreciates all of this more than she can ever say.
Olivia doesn't know how much time passes while she floats on the edge of falling asleep but eventually, a knock sounds on the door, and she slides off the headphones.
"Yeah?" She calls in a content voice, noticing how most of the bubbles are gone now but Bucky has already seen her naked anyway. She's far from ashamed of her body. He peeks his head into the bathroom, smile on his face.
"Dinner's just about ready if ya wanna dry off," he says, eyes briefly shooting down her body. It's on full display for him, and he licks his lips, devouring her with a steely azure gaze. Olivia feels the stirring in her lower abdomen from how he looks at her. She laughs brightly, throwing her head.
"I'll be right out," she chuckles, shaking her head at the absurdity of her body's reaction.
He respectfully closes the door again. She grabs a smaller towel from the edge of the bathtub and puts it on the floor. The water drains from the tub as she gets out and wraps the towel around herself. Her movements are slow as she dries herself, careful to press her thumbs into all of the sore muscles.
