“About work and study mostly.”
“No wonder you fall asleep,” he grins.
Sliding his chair closer, he serves me a sultry look.
“So you haven’t had a decent lay in more than a year?”
“No,” I whisper.
“Jesus, you’re like a forest fire waiting to happen. No wonder you blush when I…”
“Touch me?”
As soon as the words have left my lips, I feel the heat of Olsen’s breath on my neck.
I’m scrambling to keep my thoughts pure.
“It's just a rough patch,” I fumble.
This is something I’ve told myself over and over.
“Every couple drifts at some point.”
“So you're a couple?” Olsen plays devil's advocate. “Has he actually said that?”
“Well no, but…”
“You'rekillingme, you know that?”
He rests his head on my shoulder.
It’s comforting, so I offer no objection.
“It felt different when we were in Noosa. When it was just the two of us.”
“Mark…”
The ache in his voice catches us both off guard.
“Uh huh?”
“If you were mine, I'd stand on top of this table telling the entire world how much I…”
“Shhh! Trying to study here!”
A girl across the aisle shoots us an evil glare.
We move to another row.
“How much you what?”
This time when Olsen's hand reaches for mine, I don’t step away.
“YouknowI want you.”
“Yeah, you're not exactly subtle.”
“No, not just in that way.”
