Page 105 of Game on, Love
“You are incredible; you know that, right?” I said, my voice low.
“I do,” She lifted her shoulder, making me laugh. “Seriously, though, if you hadn’t warned me about him or told me about how much he has actually done for you in the past couple of years, I don’t think I would’ve been this straightforward.”
I sighed. “I know. But, now, so does he, and there won’t be a repeat of this.”
“Good,” She whispered just as I ducked my head to steal a kiss.
Pulling back, Sean’s words from earlier ran in my head, and I scanned our surroundings. I could only see mine and a couple of the cars parked up and a couple of pedestrians who didn’t care at all about us but realised I needed to talk to her before anything else. “Want me to drop you off at work?”
“I’m done for the day.”
I frowned. “Where’s your stuff?”
She blinked. “I dropped it at home before coming here.”
“Oh,” I replied. There was an off-tone in her voice, but I couldn’t exactly find a reason as to why she would be dishonest. “Let’s go home then.”
She nodded as I linked our hands together and pulled her to my car.
32
Oliver
I WAS IN THEkitchenwhen Raina called for me. The drive back home had been quiet, not uncomfortable, but I could tell that she was nervous. The hair on the back of my neck prickled as I tried to rake through my brain for the reason, but when I came up empty, it only made me more wary.
Pulling back my hand that was on the refrigerator door, I walked back out. I had made myself a protein shake this morning, but I’d rather know what was bothering her and wait a couple of minutes than do it the other way around.
She was standing on the last step of the stairs, a hand on her hip as she bit her lip.
“Yeah?” I took the place in front of her, frowning as she fidgeted. “What’s wrong, love?”
“Nothingis wrong,” She frowned.
“You are fidgeting.”
“Yeah, because I’m nervous, not because there’s something wrong.”
“That’s usually a negative feeling,” I raised a brow. “Otherwise, you would’ve said excited.”
“Usually.In my case, it’s not,” She piped, and I held back a smile. “You want to do this more or want to see something?”
“Both options are equally tempting.”
Her hands dropped from her side like she had given up. “You’d rather go back and forth with me than see what I got you?”
I shrugged, and she sighed.
“Okay, then.” Turning around she muttered silently as if she was disappointed. “I’ll go wrap everything back up then.”
I chuckled softly at her defeated tone and wrapped my hand around her front before lifting her as she yelped.
“What are you doing!?” Her laugh echoed through the house as I carried her up the stairs. “You said you didn’t want to see it. Put me down!”
“I changed my mind,” I replied, grinning as I set her down in her room.
She turned to me; her expression was one of amusement, but I could see that she was a little flustered, even if she enjoyed it.
“So?” I scanned her room, my eyes lingering on the painting I got her for a second longer before trailing back around to her. “What’s this thing you got me?”