He shoves my hips away.
I watch him for a moment, then gently brush a few snowflakes off of his shoulders.
“For someone I hate, I’m really starting to like it when you talk back to me, Ollie.”
I gently cup my hand on the side of his face, holding him.
I half expect him to lash out and shove me harder, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried to fight me.
“Is that why you practically leaped to my side like a tiger defending its cub when you saw the police talking to me?”
“If there’s any danger coming to anyone in Onyx, due tomyex, I’m going to involve myself.”
He hums, cocking his head to one side, just a little. “Guess I just assumed you were starting to like me, even when I’m not talking back to you.”
“Quiet. You know why we’re getting involved. Mutually beneficial agreement, for both of us.”
“Right.”
He lets his eyes linger on mine for a few moments.
I feel a low heat burning in my chest as I watch him, hisface lit by the soft ambient light from the lamp posts on the street.
Maybe I do like acting like you’re my possession.
You just play that part so, so well.
“We should take a picture like this,” I tell him, my voice soft as I run my thumb along his jawline. “Make people believe we have feelings for each other.”
“Nobody’s going to believe that if you just got here yesterday. You know that. Slow your fucking roll, Niko.”
“Tell me what to do again. See what happens.”
“You’re acting pretty cocky for someone who’s trying to get on my good side,” he says.
I click my tongue and walk away from him, shaking my head. “You have no idea how much you’re going to regret saying shit like that when I actuallydofuck you.”
As I open up the passenger side door for him, gesturing for him to get in, I see a flash of something in his eyes.
Is he actually nervous?
He’s not scared of me. I can tell by the way he walks over, tall and proud.
But I always notice something in his eyes when I mention fucking him.
The side of his body brushes up against the front of mine as he pushes past me, getting into the car.
My cock responds to his proximity.
Responds to that nervous energy, too.
“You really are more desperate for it than you let on, aren’t you, Ollie? If you’re some supposed fuck machine who gets action all the time, then why do you want to get fucked so badly?”
He won’t even look up and meet my eyes now.
And something finally clicks in my mind, like the final pieceof a puzzle.
Oliver’s hiding something.
