“And clearly you’re still thinking of shit I did back in high school. Obsessed with me much?”
He lifts an eyebrow. “You punched someone becausethey told you I was better on the ice. Means you must have thought it was true.”
“He also hit me first. That parking lot fight was ages ago, and you can’t pretend you’re any better than me. You loved fighting back sometimes when I provoked you, too.”
Oliver shakes his head. “Okay. Let me try again,” he says as he holds out his hand to shake mine and flashes a smile. “Welcome to Onyx, Niko. I'm so glad to have you in the same house as me.”
I slowly reach out and shake his hand like we’re two cowboys shaking before a quick-draw pistol fight.
I hold his grip a little too long before I let it slide away.
“I get it,” I tell him. “You belong here, I don't. But I'm not going anywhere. You can quit acting like you’re any better than me.”
I try and fail to keep the acid from my tone.
“You can’t fight me here anyway, Niko.”
Fire surges through my chest as I see the cool, confident look on his face. “Is that right? You’re the one who keeps bringing it up. Try it. You know I’ll win.”
He looks me up and down. “Only reason you want to fight me is because you can’t admit you’d rather fuck me.”
I pause.
Oliver definitely has gottenboldersince high school, too.
“When did you become delusional, Ollie? Seems like when your looks changed, something got screwed up in your brain, too.”
He regards me with that unwavering, calm gaze. “I know I’m not delusional. Iknowyou want to fuck me.”
The cocky look on his face hits my nervous system like an electric shock.
You really aren’t shy anymore, are you?
Or is this all just a bluff?
Are you really this confident now, or are you hiding something?
“You’re just that full of yourself to think I want you that badly,” I tell him.
He shakes his head and a slight smile pulls at one corner of his lips. “No. I heard you moan about it into the camera, two weeks ago.”
A flare of heat hits my body.
Wait.
What?
“The fuck are you talking about?”
He holds my gaze. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Something shifts in my body, like the beginnings of an earthquake reverberating inside me.
He can’t possibly know.
There’s no chance he could mean?—
“You’re full of shit, Oliver.”
