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My phone kept chiming, but I held strong. A few minutes later, someone knocked at my door.
“Go away. I’m busy.”
“Ryleigh, open the door. Stop being childish.”
That pissed me off because he acted like a jerk last night, not me. I stomped to the door and threw it open. Oliver was standing there grinning and making me want to smack him. He looked delicious in a tight black t-shirt that framed his muscular chest and torso and a pair of light blue jeans.
“That didn’t take long.”
“I don’t want to see you anymore.”
I walked away, and he came inside, closing the door after him. He grabbed my arm and pinned me to the wall, giving me a bruising kiss. His tongue pressed against the seam of my mouth until I opened, and he thrust it inside. It took me seconds to bend to his will. What a weakling I was. I didn’t even fight him. He moved his lips down my neck and marked me with his teeth.
“I’m busy,” I mumbled, drunk with the scent of his cologne.
Oliver pulled away to look at me, staring down until I averted my eyes.
“You’re not busy. You’re upset with me,” he almost whispered.
“You hurt me.”
“I’m sorry. You’re throwing my balance off. I’ve never had this happen before.”
“You were cold to me, and I didn’t hear from you all day.”
He eased up his hold on me. “I had to think what my next move was. I think I’m falling for you. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I have no choice.”
“You don’t even know me.”
He was admitting to me the same thing I should be admitting to him.
“I don’t have to know you to know how I feel.”
“Either that, or you’re just saying it to get me into bed.”
Oliver looked like I just slapped him in the face, and his eyebrows knitted together.
“I would never do that. It’s not about sex, even though I will admit that I want to have it with you. It’s something deeper.”
I walked away from him because I didn’t know what else to say without telling him I had fallen for him. Behind me, I heard him chuckle.
“That’s quite an outfit.”
I never changed from my tiny shorts and threadbare white t-shirt. When I looked down, I realized he could see my red bra as clearly as day.
“Shit. Let me go change.”
“Does that mean I can stay?”
“Yes.”
I ran to my room, closing the door as I searched for a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into. Oliver was sitting on the couch flipping the channels when I came out. He looked at ease as if he lived here. His eyes traveled my body up and down.
“I much prefer the other outfit,” he said.
“Too bad. This is what you get.”
“I like your bra. Fiery red suits you.”
