Then he sauntered over to the sink and put the dirty dishes down—picked up a tea towel and started drying.
My hand absentmindedly went to my nose, feeling the place he’d just kissed. Every inch of my body filling with heat. I’d teased Oliver earlier abouthislittle—or rather huge—problem earlier… However, the wetness starting to soak my underwear told me that I might be in more trouble than I originally thought.
38
OLIVER
‘You’re a fucking cheater!’ George cried, chucking the controller he had been using onto the coffee table with a loud clatter. Fallon threw her head back on a laugh.
‘Someone’s a sore loser,’ she sang.
The two were sitting on the long part of my L-shaped sofa. George perched on the edge of his seat, forearms resting on his thighs, whilst Fallon sat crossed-legged, leaning against the back of the sofa. An air of casual confidence radiating from her.
‘She got you fair and square, bro,’ I called from my seat on the arm chair opposite. I’d deliberately placed myself on the furthest seat away from her.
George glowered at me and pointed a finger at Fallon who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. ‘Okay, we’re going again, and I’m watching you.’
‘Watch me all you like, maybe you can pick up a few tips.’
I loved seeing this side of her. Since breakfast, I’d watched her slowly get more comfortable. The tension in her shouldersdissipated, and her smiles came easier. That unsettling feeling in the centre of my chest gave another annoyingpang.
‘Now, now, children, I feel the need to inform you that you are only playing Mario Kart. No physical altercations please.’
I stood up, needing to take a piss.
‘What if someone told you that football was just a game?’ Fallon quirked a brow in challenge.
I matched her stare with one of my own. ‘Then I’d tell that person if they carried on using that kind of language, they would be in for some serious fucking trouble.’ Several images flashed through my brain, each one dirtier than the last.
A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes.Maybe I wasn’t the only one thinking them.
No. I scolded myself. She’d been the one to impose this stupid professionalism ban. She was the one who wanted to pretend it never happened. I might have been doing a shit job of faking it this morning, but I was trying to pull myself together. A difficult feat when she looked so fucking gorgeous.
‘Oi, stop flirting. I’ve got a game to win.’ George picked up his controller and faced the TV, face set in grim determination.
Fallon followed suit, not looking worried in the slightest.
I left them to it and headed to the bathroom in my ensuite.
When I’d finished, I came into the bedroom and noticed Fallon’s phone on the floor by my bedside table. I chuckled softly to myself,She really left her things all over the place.
I tapped the screen, but it was completely dead. Since we both had iPhones, I plugged it into charge, waiting for the screen to light up so I knew it was connected. I was about toleave it on the nightstand when I saw the screen filled with texts and missed calls. Every single one from Rosie. I was about to go and get Fallon when the screen lit up with an incoming call.
Without thinking, I answered it.
‘Twelve fucking hours I’ve been trying to call you! You better be dead or in the hospital,’ a frantic voice called down the phone.
‘She’s neither,’ I said.
The silence on the other end of the line went on for so long that I pulled the phone from my ear to check we were still connected.
‘Are you still-’
‘If you have done anything to her, I will bring down every ghost in this whole fucking world to haunt you. My mother might be crazy, but her witchy shit will get your arse poked with so many holes you won’t be able to sit down for the rest of your goddamn life.’
This escalated quickly. ‘Woah, woah, calm the fuck down.’
‘Where is she? She’s not answered any of my messages,’ Rosie demanded.
