"I'm not desperate at all. Even Master Lopez was dying to see me. Plus, how many men downstairs have wanted to meet me?"
Olivier's lips thinned in a white line.
"But I am desperate for you," Fleur said with a smile "Come on, don't be angry. I've known you for three days and I've only been coaxing you all this while."
"..."
Olivier's chest thumped as he grit out: "F*ck off!"
Fleur did not.
"Why don't I make you something to eat?" Fleur's bright eyes shone. Her voice scratched at Olivier like a cat's playful paw, or occasionally sharp claws.
......
Olivier closed his eyes and loosened up the moment Fleur left. The tension on his face took a while to fade away.
Maybe it had been a while...having done it once three days ago was clearly not enough, hence why he was so...reactive.
Oliv
