She was wearing her dark blue scrubs and was covered head to toe in white fur; blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun.
Her defensive posture immediately deflated when she spotted my head popping around George’s bulging arm.
‘It’s alright, I’m fine.’ I called.
Oliver clapped George on the back. ‘It’s alright man, I gave her my address.’
That nugget of information caused George to completely turn his back on Rosie and fix his brother with a stern glare.
‘You did what?’
I waggled my fingers at Rosie who took the hint and slipped inside whilst the two were having some kind of silent argument. Oliver’s jaw was set in firm determination. An expression on his face that I couldn’t read.
Rosie tucked into my side scanning me up and down. ‘You okay?’ she whispered.
I nodded, not knowing what else I could say.
After several tense seconds, George heaved a sigh and turned his attention to me, a curious look in his eye.
‘Well, fuck me,’ he muttered, blowing out a slow strained breath, fumbling in his pocket for a moment, he pulled out his car keys. ‘I’m going on a coffee run. If hell is freezing over then I’m gonna need some fucking caffeine.’
Leaving that statement hanging in the air, he headed out the front door and hopped in his car, pulling out of the driveway at an alarming pace.
I stole a brief glance at Oliver. His jaw was set in a hard line—eyes not straying from the door his brother had just disappeared through.
‘Okay, start talking.’Rosie bounced up and down on her stool beside me. We sat around the kitchen island. I had been about to tell Oliver that I was leaving with Rosie when his phone started to ring and by the look of pure apprehension on his face, I knew it was something important. He took the call in the other room, telling us to make ourselves comfortable.
That left me and Rosie standing awkwardly in the hallway, both staring after each brother who had just bolted in opposite directions.
‘Talk about what?’ I said, keeping my voice low. I could hear the muffled conversation Oliver was having in his bedroom and didn’t want our voices to carry.
Rosie pinched me on the arm.
‘Um, ow!’
‘You called him.’
‘Yes.’
‘And he came.’
‘Once again, yes.’
Since she clearly wasn’t getting the answers she wanted, Rosie whacked me on the arm. ‘Stop being vague. Oliver-motherfucking-Blake brought you to his house where you spent the night. And all you’re giving me is monosyllabic answers? You are living every girl’s book-fantasy right now. Oh, what was his guest room like? Does he have a mini fridge in every room?’ Her eyes gleamed with excitement.
I chewed on my bottom lip, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. ‘I-uh-don’t know what his guest room is like.’
Rosie’s jaw went slack. ‘You slept in hisbed?’
I cleared my throat. ‘You do remember the fact that we have slept together before right?’
She waved away this information. ‘That was sex. This isway more than that.’
Anxiety started to build in my chest. ‘What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between us.’
Okay…rationallyI knew that people who had zero going on don’t tend to sleep in the same bed as each other and cuddle as they fall asleep. I wasn’t an idiot. If anyone else told me that I would roll my eyes at how stupid they were for missing the signs. However, last night was different. I was exhausted and drained from purging my deepest secret to Oliver and I was still coming down from an intense anxiety attack. The mood between the two of us hadn’t been sexual…
Okay…I had maybe thought about his dick once or twice during the night. The odd fantasy popping up about waking up and feeling it slid between my wet folds. But other than that it was an entirelyplatoniccuddle session.
