He tastes like apple cider and he smells like the vanilla body wash he always uses, andfuck, I’ve never been with anyone who lights up every nerve in my body like Oliver does.
“I want every part of you,” I say when he pulls off for a breath.
“I think we’ve done well tonight making everyone think we’re an item, by the way,” Ollie says, glancing over and noticing another group of people who just certainly saw us making out.
I wasn’t aware of it.
I haven’t given a single fuck who’s been watching us tonight, and I’ve been singularly focused on him.
“Glad we’re being seen,” I tell him just because I know it’ll satisfy him.
“See you outside in a sec.”
I head over to the drink bar and grab one of the water bottles there. I crack it open and take a long swig, and somehow even water tastes amazing right now.
Oliver would love this.
He needs to try this water, and then I need to kiss him again.
I work my way through the crowd, past one of the tall Christmas trees and out through the front doors.
The moment the cool air hits my skin it’s like a beacon from heaven.
Yes.
God.
Needed this.
I walk out onto the stone steps, sucking in the fresh air like it’s a cigarette after sex. I get a little rush of anticipation,just from knowing that I’m going to get to touch Oliver again soon.
Apart for three minutes and already I’m like this? Fuck, I’m getting so needy for his proximity.
So good.
Need to get Ollie up against the wall and heat him up out here in the cold, too. He’s probably already so cold, but I’ll fix it for him.
I can fucking fix everything for him.
“There you are.”
The voice comes from the other edge of the steps.
It sounds strange.
Almost like it belongs to another world.
I turn and see a figure standing near one of the benches that line the path leading toward Student Hall.
And my stomach drops when I realize who it is.
Callum is there, right beside Oliver, and even right now I feel a flare of rage as I see him anywherenearOllie.
I drop the water bottle onto the ground and walk over.
“Get the fuck away from him.”
I watch Callum’s silver hair as he walks under the lamp post toward the steps like there’s an apparition coming toward me, something that should never be in this reality at all.
