Oliver lifted me up into his arms. I tried to wriggle free, but he held me tight against him.
I opened my mouth and bit his neck. He let out a low groan.
A faint bite mark appeared on his skin. I didn’t bite hard, but it was obvious.
“You’re pretty pissed right now, huh, sweetheart?”
Oliver carried me to the couch and settled me on his lap, holding my face gently.
I buried myself in his chest, glaring angrily. “i***t. You and Thomas made fun of me!”
He gave a smug smile before tilting his head, looking confused. “What exactly did I say?”
“You shared what I told you.” My voice was full of resentment. “But I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“That wasn’t making fun of you, love.” Oliver tenderly touched my cheek. “I was just... seriously happy. Happy you chose me. I wanted
