I'm sitting on Oliver's lap like I belong there. You know, all cozy and mushy. His arms are wrapped around me, securing me tightly against his chest and I'm hyper aware of him.
His clean and expensive scent, his warmth, just...the feel of him. To anyone watching, we're a couple in love just soaking up each other and watching a movie.
Damn, I give it to Oliver though. He sure knows how to pretend, and it leaves me wondering how many times he's done this. Not necessarily playing pretend relationship, but how many times he's had to pretend in general.
He's super convincing, that even I myself sometimes get that little head spin.
You can say that he rizzes me up sometimes.
He leans in, lips brushing my ear lightly. "Smile," he orders, and I do exactly just that.
It's what we've been doi
