Page 49 of Game on, Love
Oliver’s eyes never left mine as he replied. “If you don’t mind.”
To my horror and amusement, Leah nodded, almost proudly. “I’ll be over there. Take your time.”
Oliver chuckled softly as I watched her walk to the coffee trailer.
“You are truly something.”
“Question is, am I exactly what you’d hope for?”
My brows raised. “If you weren’t, what would you do?”
“That implies I am.”
Fuck. It does.
I pursed my lips, and Oliver grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
We stood there for a moment, the hum of spilled laughter and conversations carried around us, but the way he looked at me made me feel like the only person in the crowd.
And then, as if on cue, Leah appeared next to us. “Your minute is up, and I would like my friend back. She’s already hard to hang out with.”
Oliver laughed, the sound warm and reached everywhere in my body. “Don’t I know it.”
“I’m standing right here,” I narrowed my eyes at both of them. “And I’m notthathard to hang out with.”
“If I—” Leah began, but I shot her a look.
“I said notthathard.”
Shoulders still shaking, Oliver nudged my bags gently. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day? More shopping?”
“Maybe, but I want a coffee first,” I replied.
“Okay, meet me in Aespo?” Leah asked, and I nodded as she turned to him. “By the way, if you want to join us, I’ve got no issues.”
She didn’t bother to wait for my reply, but the grin she had on her face as she walked away told me she knew exactly what she was doing.
“I can’t tell if you want to kill her or thank her,” Oliver chuckled, and I let out a half laugh.
Maybe a bit of both.
“Don’t look so smug.”
“She’s good.”
“You just think that because she invited you to girls’ day,” I rolled my eyes before narrowing them in his direction. “Also, I’mhardto hang out with? We see each other nearly every day.”
“But not every day.”
I sighed. “God, you’re impossible.”
“You like it,” He flashed me a grin, before tugging me in the direction of the trailer. “C’mon, let’s get you your coffee. My treat.”
“Bribing me now?”
“Just being polite. Forcrashinggirls’ day, and all that,” The glint in his eyes told me a different story.
I hid my smile as I walked next to him, trying to keep my expression neutral. But he wasn’t wrong.