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He held his lips there for a moment before pulling away. “Don’t ever fucking lie to me again.” Ollie pushed his chair out, and like the very gentleman he was and couldn’t defy, he pushed his chair back in. “I need to take a walk.” And he took off to the food line.
Ollie wouldn’t leave this room, or any room I was in.
Zeke pounded his fist against the table, grabbing my attention from Ollie’s back.
Mia and Ollie. Forever, Zeke signed adamantly. Not Pam and Jim. Not Ross and Rachel. Not Romeo and Juliet. Mia and Ollie. Go after him.
“No, he needs space,” I reassured, too lazy to use sign language at the moment. “Just a misunderstanding.”
He needs you, Zeke added.
“He has me, Zeke. Forever. He’s not angry with me. He’s angry at a faceless douchebag, and he wants to fix this problem but doesn’t even know where to begin. Ollie’s stuck between morals and destruction. Calm and a storm. Love and hate. He’s stuck in the middle—everything he’s so certain about being questioned.” My eyes dragged until they hit faded tattoos and messy brown hair. The man my soul was promised to posted up on a wall, staring at me from across the room with his hand gripping the back of his neck and his leg propped. “In his beautiful mind, Ollie is carrying the burden of a thousand lost souls yet has the heart of a thousand angels. That’s exactly why I can’t let him do this for me. I lied because I can take this person down without so much as a scratch at my conscious. Ollie walked away because he knows it too.”