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I think Leon is over his crush.
Me
What makes you say that?
Ella
He told me I deserve to be happy.
Me
I told you his crush would fade.
Ella likes to pretend she’s tough as nails on the outside when it comes to strangers, but she loves her family deeper than people might realize.
As I close my screen. The bed stirs slightly. Remembrance pools in my head at the fact that I’m in bed with Oliver in his mother’s house.
The thought escaped me all throughout the night. I felt so warm and peaceful. I want to wrap myself up in this bed. When I inhale, Oliver’s beach scent rolls into my nostrils, sparking my insides to life.
It’s different from back home, but it still feels safer than back in Alliance.
The Gordons’ house smells like nothing. The halls feel cold and dead.
The body next to me shifts the bed with his movement as one of his arms lands over my body. Before I can react, the arm tightens around my waist, taking hold of my body and pulling me into him.
I would normally recoil at the sudden touch, but our bodies meld together in a weird magnetic pull. I don’t miss the growing hardness that presses against the small of my back.
I don’t think I’ve been with a guy this big in a while, and I haven’t even seen the damn thing. And I never will because we can’t actually be anything real.
“Oliver,” I try, but nothing happens. “Oliver, wake up.”
He stirs a bit but only lets out a quiet groan, and then his breath evens out again.
I could easily yell right now, but I’ve never been a loud person, and I don’t want his mom to think something is wrong and barge in here.
And oh-so selfishly, I’m also whispering it because I don’t want him to wake up, and I want to stay like this longer.
Arousal pools in my stomach, and an unpleasant reminder comes. The pressure in my pants grows as I struggle to choke it down.
Pins and needles prickle my skin, running up and down, ruining whatever peace I’m trying to create.
I rip myself from Oliver’s hold and fall out of bed, landing on my ass.
God fucking dammit!
The bed continues to stir. “Sally?”
Oliver’s head lifts from his pillow. His brown hair pulls in every direction, and his sea-green eyes land on me.
“Why are you on the floor?”
I get up quickly, making sure to fist the hem of his shirt so it doesn’t reveal too much. Even if my tuck game is immaculate, it doesn't stop the pain that comes when turned on.
Oliver sits up with his shoulders set and jaw stiff, but his jawline looks like it could cut anything to shreds.
“Sal, something is wrong.” He sounds defeated as his gaze rakes over me, and his hands clench the blanket, still shielding his body from me.
My nervousness starts to fire off, setting my stomach in a spiral.
