CHAPTER 100: DEAR OLLIE

Chapter ONE HUNDRED

**KIERAN MORRISON**

The foreign scent made my stomach clench with something violent and possessive.

Did she hug him or something? I didn’t like that he smelled anything other than mine. He was something I wanted all to myself, I didn’t need her meddling between us.

I pressed my nose against Oliver’s neck, right where her perfume was strongest, and licked the spot gently, the compulsive urge to wipe off the scent was strong.

Oliver shivered beneath me, his pulse jumping under my lips.

"Mine," I murmured against his throat, and felt some primal part of me settle when his skin tasted only like me again.

Oliver pulled back just enough to look at me, his green eyes bright with tears.

"I won’t let you be alone," He says softly, before I could tell him that I was never planning on going anywhere, his lips crashed against mine.

I smiled against his soft lips even though I was surprised as heck.

This may as well be the first time that Ollie was initiating physical intimacy between us.

I was more than surprised. My heart was constricting and expanding. My ears were ringing, but it was only with the sound of his low moans against my mouth.

I didn’t kiss him back at first. I allowed myself to float into the highest clouds as his lips moved softly on mine. His tongue felt like butter and tasted like honey.

His hands fisted into my hair pulling me closer, and I could taste salt and tears on his lips.

Why was he still crying?

This wasn’t the hesitant, easily flustered Oliver I was used to. This was someone kissing me like the world was ending.

I felt special when he held onto me like he was afraid to lose me, his fingers caressing my hair like he was trying to distract me from going wherever he thought I was going.

When we finally broke apart, both of us breathing hard, I searched his face for answers. While I loved every second of this, I also knew that this wasn’t Ollie.

"You’re shaking," Oliver murmured, his hands coming up to frame my face. His thumbs traced along my cheekbones.

"I’m not..." I started, but Oliver just shook his head, a faint smile playing across his lips.

"It’s okay, I’ve got you, always." He whispered, the same words I used to say to Ginny when she had nightmares.

The phrase caught my soul.

How did he remember something I’d forgotten I used to say?

Oliver pulled me down until my forehead rested against his, his breath warm against my lips. "I’ve got you, Kieran. You don’t have to carry it alone anymore."

The tenderness in his voice made me want to give him everything. Every secret, every wound, every part of myself. I wanted him to have it all.

No one had ever cared about my wounds this deeply. And now that Oliver did, the thought of anyone else having access to this gentleness made me want to lock him away where only I could reach him.

This gentle, caring Oliver who could put me back together with just his voice.

Still, I couldn’t push off wanting to know what had happened that had triggered him to act like this.

What exactly did my mom say? Hell, I wasn’t even mad about it anymore. Whatever she had done or said was clearly helping me.

"What’s wrong? Talk to me," I asked once again.

Oliver just shook his head, pressing his face against my chest.

"Nothing. Just... hold me?"

He didn’t need to ask that.

So I let him know that.

For the rest of the day, Oliver stayed close to me. He didn’t run when I got too clingy and wanted to follow him while he took a pee.

He didn’t flinch when I pulled him onto my lap while we did homework. He even let me feed him dinner without complaining about being treated like a child.

It was everything I’d ever wanted, but something felt wrong. Off. Like he was holding onto me for reasons I didn’t understand.

Later that evening, I stepped out of the bathroom after my shower, running a towel through my damp hair.

Oliver was lying on his stomach on my bed, his back to me, tapping away at his phone.

My gaze lingered on half of his thigh and calves that his shorts had ridden upward to expose.

The way he was arching himself to me, my palms were itching.

Was he doing this on purpose? Being this seductive!! He made up those stupid rules about not spanking him, but here he was, practically begging me for it.

My gaze lingered on his pale skin and as I watched, he threw his legs over the giant teddy that was now taking up half the bed, he was laughing at a message that appeared on his screen.

Even knowing what I knew about his dear best friend, and now William was only interested in Vince, a part of me still felt jealous.

Oliver hadn’t even realized my presence, was his chat with Blondie so important?

I hated being ignored.

"I swear I haven’t done it yet, didn’t I promise you. I won’t have sex ever!"

My bare feet paused on the ground. Did that mean what I thought it did? He had promised Blondie not to have sex with me?

I lifted a brow, feeling the challenge build up from somewhere within my groin.

Something dark and possessive twisted in my chest.

Dearest Ollie.

To think I’ve been going easy on him.

If I went all out on him, did he think he would be able to resist? This was something I wanted to find out too.

I tossed the wet towel I had used to wipe my hair somewhere and stalked over to the bed.

First, I grabbed the stuffed animal that was taking up my space and hurled it across the room.

It hit the wall with a satisfying thud before dropping to the floor.