I want to ignore whatever this feeling is.
A feeling that urges me togive in.
I can’t give in.
I can’t trust anyone.
This thing between us is a transaction, and Oliver’s been looking for someone he can use to get rid of his pesky virginity for years.
I’m that person.
That’sallI am, to him.
I stay ahead of him as we both head back down the stairs.
The party is even rowdier now.
Oliver charges back into the living room like he’s pissed off at me, and I look at the back of his hair as he walks off, the golden waves still a little fucked up from what we just did.
He walks over to a wall where Weston’s standing next to Hunter and Rayne, and the three of them get caught up talking about their plans for the winter formal for a while.
He purposely doesn’t look at me.
I lean against the wall beside Oliver.
And when the other guys get distracted, moving a fewfeet over toward a new group of people who just walked in, he finally turns toward me.
Still mad, judging by the look on his face.
“You want to make it official tomorrow?” I ask him. “Post a photo of us holding hands, or some cheesy shit like that?”
“Don’t give a damn. Do whatever you want.”
“Are you always this pissed off if your jerk-off sessions are interrupted?”
“It’s not just that, Niko.”
“Then what is it?”
He gives me a calculated stare before looking away. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
He’s trying to give me the same treatment I gave him earlier, when I didn’t want to talk about my day.
Grasping for power, in whatever way he can.
And there’s something about it I don’t like.
“Ollie.”
“I’m stupid for ever asking you to do this with me,” he mutters. “Complete goddamned mistake.”
Heat flashes through my chest.
Yeah.
Something about this I really don’t like.
I bring a hand up to his chin, tilting his face back toward mine. He regards me with a dead-eyed stare.
