Oliver pulled me onto his lap, my legs straddling his thighs so we were face-to-face.
From this distance, I couldn’t miss how hot he looked today.
His outfit was totally different than usual—way more relaxed. His shirt hung open enough to reveal his chest. All I had to do was glance down to catch sight of those solid pecs and that lean waist.
A silver chain sparkled around his neck, which he casually yanked off and tossed aside.
“Look at me,” he said lowly, holding my face in place.
My heart was hammering. I squirmed, nervous, but I could feel Oliver getting more into it—he buried his face in my neck and took in my scent like he couldn’t get enough.
“You smell way too good, babe.”
His hair brushed under my chin, tickling me, and heat rushed up my face.
I clung to
