My legs feel like Jell-O. I never want this kiss to end. I barely hear someone clear their throat, until Oliver starts to pull away from me.
I blushed as I turned towards the voice. "Oh, um, hi Hannah. I was just, um, getting ready to serve dinner."
"Well, I'm starving, but I'll pass on the tonsil hockey." She laughed, grabbing the roast to bring to the table.
I cant help but to blush more as she laughs. I've always been an innocent kind of girl.
"Is there anything you want me to bring to the table?" Oliver asked, making my blush even deeper. "Stop blushing like that, you're making it hard for me not to kiss you again." He said with a wink.
It sent shivers go down my spine, and goosebumps over my skin. How does he even do that? "Ummmm, can you please carry in the wine, and I'll c
