I smiled. “I can’t see through you.”
A quiet chuckle escaped him. Before I could say anything else, one of his hands settled on my waist and the other reached for the clipboard. “What are you—”
He plucked it from my hands and set it on the shelf beside us. “There.”
“Oliver...”
His other hand found my waist, and with one gentle tug, he pulled me flush against him.
“I don’t think this is part of the inventory,” I whispered, resting my palms against his chest.
“Break time.”
“Oh yeah?” I smiled up at him. “Where did this come from?”
He leaned down and brushed his lips across mine.
The kiss was light. Almost teasing. When he pulled back, he stayed close enough that I could feel his breath against my lips. “Missed you.”
A laugh escaped me. “I was literally twenty feet away, Ollie.”
Something changed in his eyes. “What?”
“You’re the only one who calls me that.”
“I know.”
“I like it.”
“I like that you like it.” I rose onto my toes and kissed him again. A little longer this time. When I pulled back, I smiled. “You’re my Ollie.”
His expression softened in a way that still surprised me every time I saw it.
Then, with slow, deliberate movements, he turned us until my back rested lightly against the cooler door.
His hands stayed on my waist and mine slid up to the back of his neck.
The next kiss wasn’t rushed. It was deeper. Warmer. Somehow the chilly air around us only made the heat between us feel stronger.
I smiled against his mouth. “You really did miss me.”
“I did.”
“It was twenty feet.”
“It was twenty feet too far.”
I laughed quietly before kissing him again.
My fingers slipped into the hair at the back of his neck, and his hands traced slow circles along my sides, making me shiver for a reason that had nothing to do with the cooler.
When we finally came up for air, I rested my forehead against his. “Can I ask you something?”
“You usually do.”
“Do you actually like me calling you Ollie?”
His answer came without hesitation. “I like it when you say it. I like being your Ollie.”