He rubs the back of his neck with a pained look. “Nah.” He takes a few beats. “Maybe.”
I shake my head before it falls into my hand before I swat him. “Liam’s plants, really?”
We look at one another and our serious looks drop into a wide grin, and I chirp a laugh. Because it is ridiculous and he knows it.
Oliver lifts a shoulder, confident. “I mean, it could be true.”
I sigh. “Well, she didn’t exactly see anything, and we didn’t confess. She is probably jumping to conclusions in her head, and she’s always had those.”
He reaches out to yank me flush to him. “Let’s not worry about it.”
“I guess you’re right.”
After a few calming breaths and acceptance of nearly getting caught, I decide that we should move on with our night. “Anyways, I went to the bank after school, and it seems everything really will work out.”
He squeezes my arm attentively. “I’ll make sure of it.”
The way he says it feels as though there is so much more underlying. It’s heavy, not said in jest.
Ignoring the thought, I touch his thigh and grin ear to ear. “And I’ll make sure you have a birthday worthy of celebrating.”
He groans and sinks back onto the sofa. “Don’t remind me. I’m getting old.”
I crawl on top of him and straddle his hips, instantly grabbing his interest. “No, you’re not, and I’m planning a party whether you want it or not.”
“Hailey.” I can hear that he is pretending to hate the idea.
“Oliver.” I return the tone and smile smugly.
His head falls forward, and he nuzzles his nose between my breasts as he growls annoyance. “Fine,” he grits out.
I bounce with her hands showing excitement. “Excellent. Because I would have done it anyhow.”
Oliver relaxes again, and he wets his lips while his hands begin to run along my thighs. “You’re taunting my cock with all of your movements.”
I bring a finger to my chin and pretend to consider. “Hmm, how can I rectify that situation?”
“I have about 1000 ways and 99% of those are dirty as fuck.”
I throw my head back in laughter. “We should make a list and we can work our way through them,” I suggest.
“That’s a pretty long list and will require a long time… very long.” He has my eyes pinned and suddenly the air in the room shifts. It shouts in my head how much I want this to be foreshadowing.
This time it’s me demanding a kiss, and I ensure I get it when I dive straight to his mouth for a hard kiss. It takes him by surprise, the force, but he doesn’t mind because his hands wander around my body, and we both murmur as our kiss doesn’t break and our bodies glue together.
I hate air.
You need to breathe and have no choice but to part for air.
A thought that’s been floating in my head recently enters into the situation. I wipe his lips with my thumb and swallow to prep myself. “Kind of wild that we went from a one-night stand to spouses at the speed of light.” My voice thins, delicate, as my eyes slide away only to return.
He’s patiently waiting for me to continue because he knows I have more to say, and the sly smirk barely visibly on his face tells me that he is partly entertained about my sudden shyness.
“We kind of missed a step, and I was thinking… maybe… since we haven’t, you know… gone on a date. A real one.” Am I nervous right now? That would be silly. This man has already gone a step above to care for me.
A date is a small speck on the scale.
“Blisswood winery or Dizzy Duck Inn in Lake Spark?” He’s very on board, even if his face is set in an unreadable mask, but his voice is cool and smooth.
