Page 34 of Infinity Chronicles 2
“What kiss?” Ollie interrupts.
“At school on Friday, Delaney kissed him, and he told me he kinda kissed her back.” I can’t keep the hurt from my voice.
Ollie uses his shoulders to push himself off the door and he walks over to the edge of the bed where I’m sitting. “Yesterday?” He drops himself next to me, his shoulders falling in a sag as he hangs his hands between his legs.
I curl my knee up and nod. If he doesn’t know about the kiss, he probably doesn’t know what happened at my camper either. “It all really confusing,” I confess, my hands in my lap. “Ares says I don’t have to share you guys, butyou have toshare me.” I can’t even look at him when I say it. It’s so fucking embarrassing. “How can I ask that of you guys? It’s not fair. And the jealousy, I don’t know how to deal with it.”
“You’re not asking us, we’re asking you.”
“That’s not how I feel. I feellikeyou guysdon’t have any other choice.”
Ollie bumps his shoulder with mine. “You’re rightabout itnot being a choice.” He holds up his hands when I flash my eyes to him and open my mouth. “But notfor the reasonsyou think. I could walk away Laura, so could Milo.” I rub my fist over my chest, trying to ease the pain his words cause. Ollie pulls my hand down, holding it in his own. “When we realized what you were to us, we could have all walked away and never even spoke to you. It would have been hard, but it’s possible.”
“You didn’t though.”
“No, we didn’t. Honestly, it never even crossed my mind. I knew from theveryfirst time I laid eyes on you that you were our future.” A little piece of me melts with his words. Ollie is being serious, not his normal joking self. His words are carrying weight.
“But you’re mad at me about the elevator?” I peek up at him from under my lashes.
He sighs, looking at the door in front of the bed. “Not so much mad, as a little hurt.”
I squeeze his hand, which is still wrapped around mine. “What, why?”
“You didn’t drag me away from them.” He tries to force a lightness into his tone, but it fails.
“Because I’ve never doubted you.”
Ollie’s eyes jump to mine, his lips parted on an inhale. “What do you mean?” he whispers.
I wince. “Well, that’s notreallytrue. When we first hung out, I was a little jealous about you and Milo. But I was crushing heavily on all three of you. Once I got to know you a little better I kinda,” I shrug my shoulder, “well itjustdidn’t bother me so much anymore.”
Ollie goes rigid beside me, his hand pulling away from under mine. “So, you growl if someone gets close to Dante, but you don’t care if you think I’m with someone else?” His jaw is pulsing again and his head shakes before he lets out a dark chuckle.
Realization dawns, he’s upset because he thinks I care more about Dante. “Ollie.” When he doesn’t look at me, I stand up in front of him and sink to the floor on my knees, my hands on his thighs so he doesn’t have a choice but to see me. “Ollie, I didn’t drag you away from those girls because I didn’t think I needed to. I trust you.” His chin tipsup stubbornly but his eyes dip down to me. I walk a little closer on my knees, pushing myself against his. “I’m not jealous because I know you care about me, not because I don’t care about you, which I do.”
Ollie looks down at me then, he bites his bottom lip but he can’t hide the little grin pulling at his mouth. Reaching forward he snags me under my arms and lifts me up, tossing me on the bed. “Stop being so dramatic,” he accuses, mock indignation in his tone.
“Oliver,” I snap as I push up on my elbows with my eyes narrowed on him. He chuckles unrepentantly and flips over so he’s crawling toward me. When he’s above me I let my head fall back to the bed. His eyes roam over my face, lingering on my lips. I think he’s going to kiss me and my stomach tightens in anticipation.
Ollie lowers his body to the bed, bringing his face closer to mine. With a slowness designed to make me comfortable, he brushes his lips against mine then pulls back to look at me. I lick my lips, hoping he’s not done. His eyes fall closed as he leans back in and this time he doesn’t pull away after one peck. He tilts his head to the side so he can push his pillow soft lips against mine with more pressure. I sigh, my lips joining his as he lets his mouth open more. Ollie kisses like he behaves, all teasing and sweetness. Every time I think he’sgoing to take the kiss a little further he pulls back, making me chase him.
The tip of his tongue finally touches my lip and I let out an embarrassing moan of appreciation. His traces my bottom lip then flicks up to the top. I reach out grabbing his shirt at the side of his waist. Ollie never seals his mouth to mine, but his tongue dips inside, coaxing my tongue out to meet his. His breathing grows heavy.
I feel his hand land on my lower stomach, his palm not moving but putting atinybit of pressure right under my belly button. I curl my legs up and it takes everything in me not to lift my hips off the bed so his hand would slide one way or the other.
“Hey, you guys almost ready?” Milo’s muffled voice floats through the door.
“Coming,” Ollie singsongs then snickers, not stopping the kiss.
“I have to be downstairs in twenty minutes,” Milo adds. I let my head fall back to the bed. Ollie bangs his forehead on the mattress beside me a few times before he reaches down and shifts his lower body, a slightly pained expression on his face. Lifting back up, I watch his hand leave his groin. My eyes dart up to the ceiling pretending I didn’t see him.
“I gotta go, I promised I’d go with him when he got the tickets.”
“I don’t mind Ollie, I’m glad you’ll be with him. We’ll be here when you get back,”I assure him.
He stands up, making a big ordealout of it, groaning and grumping like an old man. With his hand extendedto mehe helps me from the bed, smoothing his hands over the back of my hair with a twinkle in his eye. “I can’t wait to give you a full pillow perm.” He sighs wistfully.
“A what?” I swat his hand away.
