Because right now, all I want to do is kiss him. Haul him into my lap and taste him. Feel his tongue against mine and wait for the sounds that come from him as I deepen the kiss.
I haven’t had this feeling in a long time. Not since I hadmy heart broken. I swore off love. So why am I feeling these things with Ollie?
Fuck.
I adjust myself, trying not to draw attention to myself. These are definitely not thoughts I need to be having in a crowded bar.
“You okay?” Griffin elbows me in the side.
“Fine, why?”
“You seem preoccupied.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
He nods at my empty game cards. “Then why don’t you have a single chip down?”
Shit. He’s right.
Plastic chips sit in a messy pile next to my cards.
“I don’t care if my drinks are free tonight. I can buy my own.”
The lie spills from my tongue a little too easily.
“Right.” Griffin sips his beer. “Wouldn’t have to do with anyone else?”
I sputter over my own drink. “What?”
“B-Seven!” Charlie calls out.
Every table is full tonight, making it harder to hear the numbers. People groan and cheer as he keeps the ball cage moving.
Griffin’s gaze moves to Ollie before turning back to me. “You two seem different tonight.”
“Why? Because we’re not sitting next to each other?”
“And because you won’t look at one another.” That comment is more on par with what’s going on. “Did something happen?”
“Nothing’s happened.”
Not a lie. But I wanted it to happen. And I think that’s part of the problem.
“O-Sixty-Nine!”
Snickers and giggles are heard throughout the bar.
“Real mature, guys. C’mon,” Charlie goads.
“Bingo!” Theo yells next to us.
“What? No way!”
“It’s too early.”
“You can’t have it.”
“Suck it. I won, losers!” Theo calls out, taking his board up to Charlie to confirm.
