The concern on his face just about undoes me.
“Yeah.” I nod. “I’m okay.”
Oliver lifts his hand to gently brush a strand of hair behind my ear. He lets his fingers linger against my cheek.
“You scared me,” he murmurs.
“I scared you?” I almost laugh, but it shakes and comes out broken.
“The look on your face. That fear,” he says, thumb brushing along my jaw. “You should never have to look at anyone like that.”
I swallow hard, because I know he means it. He means every word.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He leans forward, forehead resting slightly against mine. I close my eyes and lean into him, desperately wanting to hold him and never let go. Because I don’t know where we go from here. This was always going to end when the season does, but now Matt knows, and that’s an entirely new variable I wasn’t planning on.
I must beholding on to him tightly, because Oliver pulls back and looks me over again.
“Addison, are you sure you’re—”
“He knows.”
Oliver blinks, confused. “Who knows what?”
“Matt,” I say, feeling sick. “He knows.”
Oliver tenses just at the sound of his name. “Knows what? That he’s a bloody arsehole?”
“No, no,” I say quickly, squeezing his hand. “He knows aboutus.”
“How do you know that?”
“You called me Addie,” I whisper. “In the lobby. The second you said it, his face changed. He knows.”
He stares at me for a second like he’s trying to place the exact moment in time.
“I—I didn’t even think. It was just—”
“I know how his brain works,” I say, shaking. “The way he looked at me after? I’ve seen that face before. He’s put it all together.”
“Fuck,” Oliver mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “We’ll handle it.”
“But, Oliver—”
“Hey.” His voice softens, but it doesn’t lose its edge. He takes my hand, lacing our fingers together. “Take a deep breath.”
I let out a shaky breath. “But if he knows—”
“Then he knows,” Oliver cuts in. “But I also know something.”
“What’s that?”
Oliver smiles at me. “I know you’re Addison fucking Scott, and no one makes you retreat.”
I bite my lip to keep the emotion inside me from spilling over. Oliver tilts my chin up, searching my eyes like he’s reading every thought running through my head.
He presses a quick kiss to my forehead and steps back.
