Chapter 7
He glanced over at me when he heard the door, offering a faint smile. “Wash up and come cat.”
I could tell he was upset about earlier.
I walked over to the kitchen and spent a long time washing my hands, but Oliver didn’t look at me once. He just kept working.
When I finished washing, I stayed still, watching him.
He finally turned around and said, “Go outside. The kitchen’s full of smoke.”
“Oliver, are you angry?”
The question caught him off guard, freezing him in place, even halting his cooking.
There was a long silence.
“Grace, do I even have the right to be angry right now?” His voice had an unexpected sadness to it.
In the three years I’ve known Oliver, he’s always been the cheerful, optimistic type. During that time, I’ve found so many unexpected joys in being with him. From the very beginning, there was a certain chemistry. between us, a kind of unspoken attraction.
But back then, I was focused on learning and living my own life, and he was on his own path as well, so we both silently agreed not to address it.
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But when Oliver invited me to come back to Ravenvale for the filming of “Seeing Spring“, I was initially hesitant..
I feared we might just drift into being regular friends, but eventually, courage won over doubt.
I knew I had to be with him.
Without giving him a chance to react, I stepped forward, placed my hands on his shoulders, and, standing on tiptoe, kissed him.
“Oliver, of course you have the right.”
I felt his body tremble slightly before it stiffened.
After a long moment, he dropped the spatula, turned off the stove, and pulled me into his arms, deepening the kiss.
Oliver was much taller than me, and with a swift movement, he lifted me onto the kitchen island. One hand holding my waist, the other cradling. my head, he didn’t give me a chance to pull away.
The tension between us intensified, the air thick with desire. We were both gasping for breath, like stranded fish on the shore.
Eventually, he laid me down on the soft bed, and under the dim light, I could clearly see the hunger in his eyes.
He touched my face gently, as if studying a precious treasure, before leaning down to kiss my lips lightly. “Grace… is this okay?”
I didn’t answer directly. Instead, I lifted my neck and kissed him again. This was the best answer.
Chapter 7
When I woke up, it was already late into the night, and I was alone in the bed. The soreness in my waist reminded me of what had happened a few hours ago.
I’ve done my fair share of impulsive things in this life, and this one certainly made the list.
Oliver walked in, dressed in his pajamas, and as soon as he saw me, at smile stretched across his face.
He sat at the edge of the bed and leaned in to kiss me. “Do you want to go back to sleep, or have something to eat?”
“You didn’t have dinner tonight, and I’m sure you’re exhausted…”
“Stop, stop, stop!” I quickly interrupted him. His words only made the blurred images from earlier flash in my mind.
