ZOELLA'S POV
"Speak to me." he whispered.
What?
He went down to my neck sniffing it.
"W-what are you doing in the girls toilet?" I mistakenly stutter.
"Looking for you." He says huskily has i felt the tip of his nose caressing my neck.
"W-why would you look for me? I thought you hated me."
"I wish I did." He says. He seems more focused on my neck.
Honestly, I'm surprisingly enjoying the warmth his giving me. Which I really don't want to. It feels like I have missed him this past three weeks even though we see each other, I kind of miss him being close to me. Which is also seriously getting weird.
I was cut off my thoughts as he moves away from my neck. He stares at me for a while before moving back and turns walking out the toilet.
What. The hell. Just. Happened?
Oliver of all g
