I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t think that’s something they’ll suggest in the Immigration interview, Oliver.”
“How about every other night?”
“Every othermorning.”
“Ah, prefer a nice wake-up, do you, Neen?”
“Maybe.”
“Noted.” He leaned forward and snatched the pen from my hands. “Every othermorningit is, then.”
“You do realize this isn’t real sex. We’re pretending.”
“Hush now. I’m trying to write.”
“You’re too goofy for this tonight,” I said. My knee ached from sitting on the floor for so long, so I stood and moved to the couch. When Ollie finished writing, he brought the pizza box to the kitchen and put the kettle on.
“Do you want the lemon or the chamomile tonight?” he called.
“Both!”
“Greedy,” he said, but I watched him pull out one of each and drop it into my mug anyway.
Initially, I’d worried moving in with Ollie would be awkward, that things would feel different once we were back in Palm Beach, but it had been the easiest thing in the world. When he turned around with a mug in each hand, he caught me staring at him from where I sat on the couch.
“What?” he said.
“Whatwhat?”
“Why’re you looking at me like that?”
“I’m not looking at you.”
He blew across the top of each mug and stood at the boundary between the kitchen and living room. “Yeah, you are. Your eyes are looking at my eyes right now.”
“No, they aren’t,” I said, not looking away.
He shook his head, then flicked off the lights in the kitchen with his elbow before crossing the living room and setting our tea on the coffee table. “You’re weird, Neen.”
“You knew that when you entered into this arrangement.” I leaned forward to grab my mug. “And thanks for the tea.”
Ollie sighed and tossed a throw blanket over my lap before sitting down beside me. “Suppose you’re right. Makes life entertaining. Speaking of entertaining, want to watchDexter?”
“I knew you liked it!” I said.
“What can I say? You won me over.”
I adjusted the blanket over my legs but let my feet poke out so I could shove my toes beneath Ollie’s butt. He yelped out a curse.
“My feet are cold!” I said.
Ollie shot me a glare. “Yeah, I know! That’s why I gave you the tea and the blanket!”
I wiggled my toes. “But your butt is so much warmer!”
“Your freezing feet are gonna give me hypothermia,” he grumbled.
His hand brushed against mine when he tugged a corner of the blanket over his lap, and I noticed a shiny smooth patch of skin at his wrist. I took his hand in mine. “How’d you get that?”
