“No, Mia. I don’t care to know the details,” he cut in, all-knowingly.
“But—
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I have to get it out!” I’d erupt if I didn’t. It had only been nine hours since Ethan left my room this morning, but that meant nine hours consumed with shame.
He raised his brows and lifted his chin. “Did you fuck him?”
“No, but—
“Did you kiss him?”
“No, Ollie.”
His head tilted and his eyes narrowed. “Are you confused?”
Never. “No!”
“Then it doesn’t fucking matter.”
“How could you say that?”
“Because you have no idea what it’s like to fall in love with you. I’m not stupid, he’s in love with you, and he’d be a bloody fool not to try something.” He looked off for a moment before his eyes hit mine again. “Let it go, love. Guilt looks horrible on you. It doesn’t match the color of your eyes.”
An unavoidable smile played on my lips.
His mouth lifted in the corner as he slowly blinked. “Ah, there she is.”
“You going to tell me what happened to your face?”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter.”
“Does anything matter to you?”
Ollie’s hand lifted and pointed at my chest. He held his finger there for a moment before turning his finger to his own, his chest steadily rising against it.
My eyes darted from his chest to his face.You and I. All barricades lifted from his green eyes, exposing himself entirely to me. Unsure of how long this moment would last, I gripped the black hood framing his face and yanked him down.
Mouths crashed, pulses kicked, and feelings flowed between our sacred moment. Weakness pulled me under, but Ollie lifted me, wrapping fingers around the back of my head to keep me with him—keep me grounded from floating in what always came of us. Rapture. My lips screamed that I missed him while his screamed to remember him.
To remember us.
Like I could ever forget.
His tongue pushed through the cracks, an injection straight to the heart. A moan rattled inside his chest, and he dropped his forearms on both sides of me against the wall, caging me in.
Our tempo morphed from eager and hungry to slow and sensual, linked by mouths and hearts permanently engraved in each other’s names.
I kissed the corners of his lips, his injuries, and our noses brushed, then he dropped his forehead to mine. My chest ached, and I couldn’t catch my breath, already grieving the absence of this and knowing I’d soon be without him all over again.
“You don’t have to be afraid, love,” he whispered, and I squeezed my eyes closed to ease the burn. “I know you’re hurting, but we’re going to get through this.” I lifted off the wall and sank inside his arms, stuffing my face into his hoodie to breathe him in. Ollie kissed the top of my head and pulled me away just enough to see me. “Together this time. You and I.”
The alarm for lock-down blared through the intercom before Dean Lynch’s voice echoed throughout Dolor as I walked back to my dorm in a hurry. Once my feet landed on my wing, bodies disappeared behind doors before they locked behind them.
I scanned the hall for security. Nothing.
A girl I recognized blew past me.
