Knew it.
“Damn. My pupils are wide. As fuck.”
“Jesus Christ, Niko.”
Suddenly I’m acutely aware that we’re alone in here. The steady thrum of the live music filters in.
I love his hair.
His eyelashes.
Even the fucking look of worry on his face that I justwant to kiss away. Even when he’s all concerned, with his brow furrowed at me, he still looks at me…
Like that.
Like he needs me.
Like he fucking wants it so bad, and god damn, it makes me want it, too.
“You think I look kind of sexy like this, don’t you?” I ask him, cocking my head to the side a little. “Take a picture with me.”
“I think Callum slipped you something, Niko. Fuck.Fuck. Look at this.”
He seems worried, but he has no real reason to be.
Of course Callum gave me molly.
I should have known it earlier.
Should have figured it out the moment I felt so warm and at peace, out there on the campus quad, walking over with Oliver.
But now I can’t feel anything other than acceptance.
Tired of fighting.
The constant. Fucking. Fighting.
Fighting for control. Power. The upper hand.
I just want to be with you.
“I just want to be…”
I let my words trail off into the air as I realize I’m saying them out loud. I want to say more, but isn’t that something I usually stop myself from doing?
Oliver is pulling out his phone and I can’t stop looking at his fingers, because somehow even Oliver’s fucking hands manage to look sexy as he scrolls back to one of the unhinged texts that Callum sent me last night.
“I don’t give a fuck what’s on that phone, Ollie.”
“Just look.”
I glance down at it, seeing the message he’s concerned about.
CallumXvX: Have a love potion. Think he doesn’t want me? Ur wrong.
“He said that to you?” I ask, bringing a hand up and running my palm over my hair to feel something soft.
“It was one of about twenty different unhinged things he wrote to me last night. I passed it off as a crazy rambling thing to say. I didn’t know you were going to fuckingmeetwith him today.”
