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I could barely remember a time before I knew him. I didn't want to imagine a future without him. Every time I pictured myself in five or ten years, he was there. By my side.
He caught me looking and turned to smile at me. He leaned down to give me a kiss. Soft, light, but with a hint of hunger.
The fact he wasn't reluctant to show me affection in front of his friends spoke volumes about the depth of his feelings for me. And vice versa.
Reluctantly, he pulled away. "Would you like another cola?"
"Yes please." I handed him my empty glass so he could take it back to the bar.
He grabbed it up and pushed his way through the crowds to the bar.
I took a moment to glance around the room.
Grace sat nearby with Bam. He was scowling at the other side of the room. I followed his gaze and saw his sister, Chantel, talking to Pinky, of all people. Their heads were bent close together, obviously deep in conversation. She laughed at something he said.
Bam scowled even harder. Grace put a hand on his arm and whispered something in his ear. He nodded, but didn't look happy.
I guessed he was just an overprotective brother. It wasn't like Pinky could get up to anything in front of all of these people. Besides, Chantel was old enough to take care of herself.
Ollie returned with our drinks.
As he placed mine in front of me, I nodded toward Bam. "Someone isn't happy," I remarked.
Ollie looked. His eyebrows shot up. "She could do better, but if Bam had his way, she'd be a nun. I swear, the guy put the 'over ' in the word overprotective."
"And I thought my father was bad," I remarked.
To be fair, he rarely commented on my love life. For most part, the opposite was the case.
Once in a while, he'd tell me he didn't think the guy I'd just broken up with was good enough for me, but he never told me while I was dating them.
I wasn't sure if he trusted me, wasn't interested, or was too busy with his own love life to be bothered with mine. It didn't matter, I wasn't going to choose guys based on my father's approval rating.
Now I thought about it, maybe he kept his mouth shut for that very reason. If he didn't like the guy, I'd probably stick with them for longer. Damn parents and their reverse psychology.
I made a mental note not to comment on Dad's love life from now on. Maybe he'd stop rebelling against me. Was that how it worked?
I leaned against Ollie and tucked my hand and under his arm. He put an arm around my shoulders and lightly kissed my hair.
"I'm glad you're here," he said softly. "Everything is better when you're around."
"Everything?" I asked teasingly.
He looked thoughtful for a moment, then nodded. "Everything," he said again, "even planning the remodel of the new place. Especially that." He brushed some hair off my face. "I hope I can spend a lot of time there."
"I hope so too," I said softly. "Ollie… I'm falling for you."
The heated glance he gave me set my pulse racing. "I'm falling for you too."
He kissed me.
It felt like the first time we ever kissed. Like the first kiss I ever had. Like nothing and no one had come before. It was like fire and electricity, and warmth and sweetness.
The world ended, then began again.
Eventually, we broke away and our eyes met. In that one, long look, we spoke more than we ever had with words. More than I ever had at any other time in my life.
For once, I felt whole.
