CHAPTER 63
NAOMINoah and Jax were staring right at us, but it was like I didn’t even see them. Oliver had always been too captivating—the way his hair was always a bit too long, the brightness in his smile, that dominant persona. I gazed at his eyes, at his face, at his lips, and then at himself for longer than I should’ve.
Everything was so much simpler with him by my side. We protected each other. We were honest with each other. We had loved each other.
“Lie,” he said, beautiful brown eyes rolling playfully at me. “But I’ll let it pass.”
No jealousy. No drama. Just Ollie.
“Why would I miss your goofy ass?” I asked, shaking my head. There were a thousand reasons why I did.
Oliver brushed his fingers against mine ever so lightly. “Well, I missed your goofy ass.”
He smelled good, so
