“For what?”
His head is resting on the back of the seat, eyes closed.
“For tonight coming. I mean, coming tonight.”
“Hey.” I flip my hand over and squeeze his. “You know I’m here for you. Mainly because otherwise you wouldn’t get home.”
“Right.”
The rest of the ride home is quiet, Ollie now snoring next to me. Soft music plays in the cab of my truck as I tap my thumbs on the steering wheel.
Tonight was a fun, but weird, night. When Ollie needed a fake boyfriend, I figured it’d be like any other night when the two of us hang out.
Turns out, it was anything but.
It felt good, way too good, to be on Ollie’s arm. To have him stare at me with something like…affection?
It was the alcohol. Definitely. Because Ollie isn’t feeling anything for me other than friendship.
I scrub a hand down my face as I pull into his driveway. I need to lock up these feelings for Ollie. He doesn’t feel the same. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. It’s a one-night thing.
That’s it.
Since he’s still half asleep, I help Ollie inside and into his room. He collapses onto his bed immediately. I undo the laces on his shoes and toss them to the side.
“Will you spend the night?” Ollie sighs as he sinks intohis mattress. A happy, drunk smile sits on his face. “Please, Hunter?”
“You got it.”
Okay, so maybe a two-day thing.
Then that’s it.
For real.
Chapter Six
HUNTER
BACK INTO A PUMPKIN
Shouldering open the front door, I balance the coffee, bagels, and plastic bag dangling from my fingers.
“Hunter? Is that you?”
A groan echoes from deep inside Ollie’s house.
“It’s me.”
Toeing off my boots and shaking the snow from my coat, I drop everything onto the counter, grab the one thing I need, and find Ollie slumped over his toilet.
“How you feeling there, champ?”
“Ugh. Why did you let me drink so much?”
“I tried stopping you, but you’re the one that decided to keep going.”
He peers up at me, one eye open, sweat clinging to his forehead. “Isn’t that your job as my boyfriend?”
