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Ollie’s chest reached for air underneath my fingers, and he opened one eye and squinted. “Seven days is too long because that was fucking embarrassing for me.” He chuckled and gripped my wrist, bringing me on top of him. My chest crashed against his, and Ollie moved the hair from my face and looked into my eyes. “I love you, Mia, and I’ll never not want you.”
“What did you mean ‘the second-best feeling in the world’?”
Ollie pressed his brows together as his forehead wrinkled. “I tell you I love you and you’re stuck on that?” I nodded, and he smiled. “The best feeling is the way you look at me.” He shook his head as if nothing he could say would measure up. “The way you look at me makes me feel like I’m someone important, you know? Someone you appreciate, and I’m deserving of you in return. I’m someone you’re in awe of, and that feeling is the best feeling in the world, and I’ll gladly spend forever making sure I’m worthy of that look.”
My flushed cheeks dropped into the curve of his neck. “You read too many books,” I said through a giggle.
He rolled me over to my side and held my waist. “Oh, come on now, love. It wasn’t even a line. It came from my mind.”
“Uh huh … you’re a poet, and you didn’t even know it?”
Ollie laughed. “That was genius … as skilled as my penis …”
“No, you didn’t just say that …”
“Don’t deny it, love, because you can’t get enough.”
“Okay, stop, Slim Shady.”
“Alright, alright, I’m done. That was fun.” He laughed out. “Shit, why can’t I quit?”
Smiling, I pressed my lips to his to help him.