Ollie and I have always been touchy-feely with each other, but why does this feel different?
I’m tempted to kiss the top of his head. To pull him closer and run my fingers through his hair. But that’s not something friends would do.
Boyfriends? Yes.
Friends? No.
The boyfriend clock expired at midnight. I’m back to being Hunter, Ollie’s best friend. A title I wear proudly.
I kick my feet out onto the coffee table, and Ollie does the same. I ignore the zing of electricity that shoots through my leg as his toes brush against my calf.
That is definitelynota best friend feeling and something I definitely don’t need to be experiencing right now.
This is Ollie. He knows everything about me. And I know everything about him.
Well, almost everything.
Because I did just learn the other night that he’s still a virgin.
Not that it matters to me, but it has my wheels spinning on who deserves Ollie. He shouldn’t give it up to just anyone at this point. No. It needs to be someone who sees him for the special person that he is.
So why does the thought of him dating anybody make me inordinately angry?
“You okay, Hunter?” Ollie asks, peeking one eye up at me.
“Fine, why?”
“You’re starting to growl.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Is it because the princess is running away and she won’t get her Christmas miracle?”
“Yet,” I point out, turning my attention back to the movie. “She has to come back to the palace for the miracle to happen.”
“These movies are so predictable.” Ollie laughs.
“But I still love watching them.”
“And it’s why you love Celine Dion so much,” he chuckles.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with loving a good power ballad every now and then.”
“More like every time you’re in the car.”
“Hey.” I nudge him in his side. “Keep that up and I’ll head home.”
“Then how will you know if the princess gets her miracle?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
One movie turns into two, which turns into three.Ollie’s half asleep in my arms now, half-eaten soup sitting on the coffee table. I don’t think I’ve moved in three hours, but honestly, I can’t remember the last time I felt so content.
Usually during the holiday season—from the beginning of November all the way through January—I’m busy. It’s hard to take even one minute to myself just to sit down. Being with Ollie like this? I never even gave it a second thought to be honest.
And I love it. Possibly a little too much.
I know he’s fast asleep when his hand drops, resting on my thigh.
