Page 36 of Game on, Love
I rolled my eyes, though I matched his grin. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”
“Too late. I’m feeling pretty confident about it, actually.”
“Must be exhausting, carrying around that much ego all the time.”
“It’s not ego when you get results, love.”
“And what results are we talking about here?”
Oliver’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping a fraction, “We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we?”
“You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you’re still not running away this time.”
My breath hitched slightly as I held his gaze, not wanting to let him have the upper hand so easily. “Maybe I wanted to see if you really could do better.”
His eyes dropped to my lips before meeting mine, and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. But then, he gave me a soft smile and something close to relief washed over me.
“So?” His eyes darted to the oven behind me. “Am I going to get to taste the real thing?”
I let out a light laugh before turning to finally clean up. “Sure, I can let you know when they’re done.”
“You’re kicking me out of… my kitchen?”
I looked over my shoulder to see him wearing a small frown, though his gaze was amused, and I rolled my eyes. “It’ll be another forty minutes, at least.”
He shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
I narrowed my eyes in his direction, giving his body another look, but this time, my confusion was evident.
“What?” Oliver looked down at his attire, trying to figure out what was wrong. Nothing waswrong; he looked good.Toogood, which never helped his ego because he definitely knew it.
“You’re in your outside clothes,” I replied, in aduhtone. Well, because,duh.
“And?”
I turned sideways, exasperated. “What do you mean,‘And?’? You’re telling me you don’t immediately change once you come back home?”
He grinned, clearly amused. “Not immediately, no?”
“Did you know bacteria can live on your clothes for up to 4 weeks?” I replied, and his smile dropped so fast, it was almost comical. “And, sure, you can’t get sick from it, but you took thetube home. Do you know how many germs and viral infections you can bring in and transfer on other stuff?”
He watched me, his hand slightly twitching. “I know you said it as afun factto make me change my clothes, but now I feel like something is crawling on my skin, and I need to go shower.”
I gave him a small nod as my tongue curled over my upper lip, and I tried my hardest not to burst out laughing.
Oliver walked backwards, slowly and deliberately, with a glint in his eyes, before giving me a wink and disappearing.
Shaking my head, I turned back to the task at hand, my mind still on him.
It wasn’t until I felt a faint ache in my cheeks that I realised.
I hadn’t stopped smiling.
Oliver
THE SHOWER WAS ICY COLD,but I desperately needed it. It wasn’t that it was warm outside. No, as we neared the end of the month, the autumn chill was starting to seep in. It wasn’t that I had returned back from a workout or training session. No, that was only the mornings.