He sat down next to her and repositioned himself a little closer to her.
‘Food?’ He leantin a little more.
‘I’m okay.’
‘A kiss?’ he whispered, their noses touching and his lips almost brushing hers.
‘Hmm… maybe.’ She closed her eyes, but he didn’t kiss her.
‘Just maybe…?’ he breathed against her lips.
‘Definitely,’ she said and she kissed him, hungrily.
Kissing at the theatre had always come with a cautiousness and a worry that someone wouldburst into their hiding place without warning. Often anything that sounded vaguely like an opening door or a knock and even calls over the crackling tannoy would make them jump ten feet apart. But in the private comfort of Oscar’s messy flat, such cautiousness was unneeded and Olive revelled in having him all to herself. He scrambled backwards, keeping a firm arm around her waist, carefully liftingher up from the sofa to a standing position. Oscar paused a moment, wondering whether she really wanted this, but Olive reached up once more to kiss him, this time her hands sliding up his chest underneath his T-shirt. Oscar couldn’t believe that he actually missed kissing her in the brief moments it took to pull his T-shirt over his head and as soon as it hit the floor, he lifted her off theground and instinctively she wrapped her legs around his waist and tangled her fingers in his hair. Oscar carried her the short distance to his bedroom and, without turning the light on, he gently lowered her on the bed. Immediately her fingers were unbuckling the belt of his jeans whilst he fumbled at the buttons on the front of her dress.
‘Wait…’
‘You’ve changed your mind?’ hesaid, pulling away.
‘No,’ she laughed, and awkwardly turned slightly onto her left side. ‘There’s a zip.’
‘Well, that makes things easier.’ He unzipped the dress in one smooth glide and for a brief moment, Olive wondered how many women had been back to this room with him.Shhhh, she thought to herself. She felt her way back to his waist and unbuttoned his jeans then ran a fingeralong the inside of the waistband of his boxers. Oscar responded by lowering his head and kissing her neck.
‘I thought you were undecided,’ he said in between kisses, his breath hot on her collarbone.
‘I was.’ She smiled as she slid her other hand up his back and through his hair. ‘I make up my mind very quickly.’
Oscar had fallen asleep within mere moments. Olive gently pulled the duvet up from the floor and wrapped it around her naked body, careful not to disturb Oscar’s sprawled limbs. As soon as she lay down facing away from him, he reached his arm around her waist and pulled her into him. When he was settled, she carefully reached her arm over the side of the bed and retrievedher phone from her dress pocket on the floor. She noticed that the screen was already lit up with several text messages. She quickly turned the brightness down and held it close to her face, squinting her tired eyes until the writing came into focus.
Doug
Just a heads up, lovely. Cat’s out of the bag and your Twitter feed is going crazy. I’m hereif you need me.
Mum
You kept him quiet! I knew there was something going on between you. Mother’s instinct. I could just feel it!!! When can I meet him?
LouLou BFF4EVA
Erm… Excuse me?! Since when were you dating a celeb?! What happened to telling your best friend ALLyour secrets. Now tell me… is he a show-er or a grower?!
Olive thought her hammering heart was sure to wake Oscar, but he continued to snore gently in his sleep. He looked so peaceful, whilst she watched everything start crumbling down around her. Had she thought about it any longer she would have talked herself out of it, but her panic made her turn to Oscarand shake him.
‘Oz,’ she said. She could see his own phone light up on the bedside table next to him. ‘Oscar!’
‘Mmmm. What’s up?’ He rolled onto his back.
‘Something’s happened. Everyone knows!’
‘Knows what?’ He sat up quickly and flicked on the bedside lamp, rubbing his eyes.
‘About this! About us!’ She gathered up the duvet around her.
‘How?!’
‘I don’t know. I haven’t got that far yet. I’ve just got loads of text messages from people asking me about you.’ She scrolled through them all again, the words jumping out at her and each one making her stomach drop further and further towards the ground.
Cat’sout of the bag.Something going on.Dating a celeb.
