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“Freaked me out a little.”
I smile. “Sorry.”
“Did you finish all those things you had to take care of?” he asks.
I picture the delicious panic in Ian’s eyes again. “I did, actually.”
“Good.”
“Mom says hi, by the way.”
He places his hands on his waist. “She does, eh?”
“Yeah, you made quite the impression.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“She never likes anybody, so...” I shrug. “Her going on and on about you is impressive.”
“What can I say?” He flashes a cocky smirk. “I give good mom.”
“What’s your secret, oh, wise one?” I tease.
“It’s not that hard, actually,” he says. “All you have to do is walk in wearing a clean suit and tell her how much in love you are with her daughter and how you’ll always take care of her.”
I press my lips together. “That easy, huh?”
He nods.
My throat tightens. “I’m going to pay you back,” I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” he says as he steps toward me.
“No, I’m going to set up an account,” I begin. “I’m going to save every spare dollar I get from... whatever job I find next, and I am going to pay you back.”
He stops in front of me, still smirking. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah. I’m looking forward to the day I’ll cash that check,” he says, though we both know it’s a lie.
I nod. “And I love you, too,” I add. “In case that... wasn’t already obvious.”
Oliver places his hand on my cheek. His warm touch draws a line on my skin as he pushes my hair back behind my ear. “I know,” he whispers.
He kisses me softly, his fingers gently curling behind my head. I push up onto the tips of my toes, forever drawn to him. With closed eyes, I kiss him back. His body becomes flush with mine as he wraps his thick arms around?—
“Wait—” I shift backward. “You’re dripping wet?—!”
He flexes and pulls me back to him.
I laugh. “Ew! Oli, no!”
He lifts me up and carries me toward the bed, my toes dangling above the floor the whole way there. We fall onto the bed together. He pins my hands above my head and kisses me, making me forget all about the damp spots on my clothing. I kiss him back, quivering with happiness and anticipation as he slides a hand down my body and plucks the button on my jeans.
“You’ve already showered,” I tease.
Oliver crushes his lips on mine. “Then, I’ll be dirty,” he says, smirking, “but happy...”
