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Mallory touches Damien’s arm and flirts, “Enough with this drama. What are ya’ll up to? Can we join?”
“We were just leaving,” Damien spits.
Oliver throws his arm over Damien’s shoulder and says, “But the party’s just getting started.”
He brings Mallory under his other arm, and Damien ducks out.
I grab Damien’s hand and try to lead him away.
Damien turns, “Have fun.”
I feel a hand grab my arm, and I turn back. “Wait! Ava, can I have a moment?”
I tilt my head. Partially in pity, but partially in guilt. “Ollie…”
“Don’t fucking do this, man,” Damien retorts.
“Don’t do what?” Oliver snaps.
“Don’t try to make her feel guilty about this. You know she’s not the one playing dirty here,” Damien whispers between his teeth toward Oliver.
What kind of game are they playing, though?Oliver looks past Damien to me and begs, “Please, Ava. Just a minute.”
I look between them both. “Fine,” I concede. “But, just a minute.”
“No, come with me. He doesn’t need your time,” Damien nudges me along.
“That is enough! I am not a piece of meat getting tossed between two friends or cousins or whatever the hell you are! I deserve more than this in a man. As much as I appreciate your alpha male masculinity peeking through your already altered egos, maybe you should let me have a minute to think about what the hell I want to do.”
Both men back away with their hands in the air like there is a new sheriff in town. That’s right. I’m making the call.
“Ollie. You have one minute.”
He steps toward me, suggesting, “Let’s find somewhere quiet we can talk.”
“Right here is just fine,” I say, giving Damien eyes to meet me outside. I take one more look around, and Mallory is flirting with some guy at the bar. As long as it isn’t my guy.
“Right,” Oliver starts. “So? Was I just a toy to you, Ava? You just used me, and when I’m no longer needed, you replace me with him?”
I’m losing it. “We were never a thing, we… hung out.”
“Hung out, huh? That’s not how I saw this, and I think you know that,” Oliver says with gritted teeth.
“Oliver, you’re making it sound like I used you, and that is not how it went down.”
“Then kiss me.”
“What?”What?
Oliver takes a few steps closer to me and cups my cheeks with his hands, leaning down to look me in the eyes. “I said kiss me,” he repeats. “Can’t you see that I love you?”
He is losing it. He can’t possibly love me. Yes, we have had fun, but none of our conversations even came close to scratching the surface like my conversations with Damien.
“You don’t know what you’re saying, Oliver. You don’t love me,” I insist.
“I know what I’m saying,” he says, bringing his face closer. “It’s time you make a choice. Which one of us do you want?”
Why is he so close? Where is Damien? I’m uncomfortable, and he won’t let me go.
