“What is it? What are you doing over there?” Ollie pried with a curious smile.
A happy tear fell. “Okay, don’t make fun,” I warned, pointing my pencil at him.
“You want to point wood at each other?” Ollie lifted a brow. “Mine’s bigger.”
My jaw dropped, and I threw my pencil at him, and Ollie’s eyes followed the pencil flying clear across the room, but nowhere near hitting him. “Ace move, but I’m over here.” Ollie smiled. “Tell me. Why are you laughing.”
“I wrote you a poem,” I said with a shrug.
“You wrote me a poem,” he repeated, amused.
“Yes, but it’s really bad.”
Ollie dropped his pencil and relaxed against the wall. “Let’s hear it.”
“No way.”
Ollie lowered his chin and gave me those daydream eyes of his. “Please. No one’s written me a poem before.”
“There’s a reason why no one but you should write a poem.”
“I won’t laugh. Promise.”
“Fine.” I pumped my fist against my chest and cleared my throat.
“Rosesare black
The skiesare clear.
I get wet when youare near.
You’re the crackto my butt
The whiskey tomy drunk.
How did I snag such a handsome hunk?”
My eyes lifted off my paper, and I waited for his reaction.
Ollie sucked in his lips and nodded once.
I tilted my head. “Say something.”
“Mia,” he choked, then paused to control his lips. His dimples pierced his cheeks. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“Wow, Ollie has no words.”
“Utterly gobsmacked,” he agreed with an upside-down smile, partial chuckles blowing through his pressed lips.
“What did you write?”
Ollie held up a finger. “I’m going to need a minute, love.” I watched him as he stretched his legs out, adjusted himself, and rested his head against the concrete wall. He looked down, and my eyes followed to the erection in his sweats. “Are you wet right now?” he asked with a tilt of his head and his brow in the air. A grin expanded across his lips. “Because even though that poem was terrible, I can’t shake how wet you get when I’m near.”
I lifted a shoulder. “Maybe.”
“Come here,” he nudged his head.
Standing, I moved the pad of paper from my lap to the desk and walked over to the mattress until my knees hit the edge. The only two items covering me were my white panties and the Poetic shirt. Ollie’s gaze touched over every inch of my skin, claiming me. My eyes drifted closed, and I waited for him to touch me, for his hands to make the same journey where his eyes had roamed.
