What? Why on earth would Oliver want to know about Jake?
“Not much to tell,” I say in haste, “We were together for a year, and it got worse towards the end and he left,”
“So last night was—,”
“Last night was me being kind because he’s new to the city and he needed a—,”
“Why do you ask?”
“Well, I was kinda hoping that if tonight went well that maybe we might do this again,”
“Well yes that,” He chuckles, “maybe more when we’re ready,”
More? More what?
“Well, we’ll have to see how tonight goes,” I smile softly, and then I think to myself maybe I will have a drink, I certainly need one now my nerves are shattered.
Holding my hand up to beckon the waiter over who’s serving us, I order a bottle of wine and Oliver offers to pay. I try to say no, but he insists because he’d asked me out for drinks and now dinner in the first place.
I graciously accept his offer and when it arrives I offer to share it, which in the end he does and says he’ll take a cab home and pick his car back up the next day.
We don’t stop at just one bottle after that and end up with two more, both enjoying them more than we should have and by the time we finish our food too, Oliver pays and then offers to ride home with me. As we step outside, the fresh air hits me and when I wobble a little, his arms catch me.
“Hey, careful,” he chuckles, the air cold now but no rain.
“Sorry,” I giggle.
“That’s ok,” he smiles softly at me, tucking my hair behind my left ear. As I look into his eyes, they look so much more blue and even more mesmerising. Especially now we’re outside as the street lights shine down upon us.
“I had a really nice time,” I say, my hands resting against his chest.
“I did too,” he smiles back. My fingers creep up to his beard but he doesn’t flinch.
“I like this too,” I tell him, slowly pushing the coarse hair back and forth slowly.
“I like when you do that,” he coos.
“Mhmm,” he hums as he takes in a deep breath.
“Should I do it more often,”
“I’d like that,” he whispers lowly moving his face closer to my own.
“You would huh?” I smirk, staring into his eyes, mesmerised.
“I really would,” he tells me, his lips closer still, so close I can feel the tips of his hair against my face.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers, and I cup his face with my hands pulling him against me, our lips pressing together firmly. A small moan escapes me, which only heightens the emotions I feel and moan again as he presses his body against mine, his arms wrapping around my back, keeping me close.
“Oliver,” I whisper between kisses.
“How about a night-cap?” I ask bravely.
“I’d love one,” he smirks against my lips kissing me again, but stops when headlights shine at us and he smiles taking my hand as we head towards the cab and then climb inside. Oliver gives the cab driver his address and wraps his arm around my shoulder as we sit back. His fingertips turn my head to face him and with gentle and adoring kisses, I melt into his body.
Before we know it we’re at his apartment building and we only know this because the cab driver meekly clears his throat.
“Come on,” Oliver coos as he hands a small wad of notes to the cab driver, “Keep the change,” he tells him, not taking his eyes off of me.
Climbing out of the cab, he pulls me in, my arm wrapping around his forearm as his fingers lace with my own and we walk, smiling and slightly less drunk than we were towards his apartment. As we step inside I quietly gasp when I see the lobby. It looks like a mixture of contemporary decor but also industrial and I can’t help but look around as he gently pulls me along with a chuckle.
“Come on,” he smiles as he pulls me to the elevator.
“What do you think?”
“I like it,”
“Wait till you see my apartment,” he grins, his lips pressing against my temple. I can’t help but mold my body into his and feel more and more relaxed as the elevator climbs. I wonder just how high up he is in the building as the elevator climbs higher and higher and suddenly stops. When the doors open, I follow Oliver along a single corridor and watch as he opens the door.
Stepping inside, he covers my eyes and walks me slowly forward.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he whispers in my ear.
“Why?” I giggle back.
“Just keep them closed,” he says again and I don’t question it.
“Hold out your hands,”
“Ollie, what is this?”
“Just do it,” he chuckles behind me, his breath hot against my ear. Walking forward, we stop and I jump a little against him when the palms of my hands touch something ice-cold.
“It’s ok, it’s nothing scary I promise,” he chuckles again, “Are you ready?”
“As long as it’s not clowns, or spiders or stickers,” I tell him.
“Why don’t you like stick—, never mind open your eyes when I get to three,”
“Ok,” I smirk, my hands reaching up to his.
“One—, two—, three,” he counts and releases his hands from my face. I stand there, a little hesitant to open my eyes.
“Sunday, open them, open your eyes,” he asks and I slowly do. As the blurred vision clears I gasp, my hand covering my mouth when I see the view in front of me. I can see water, lots and lots of water below us. Oliver’s apartment faces onto the harbour. It’s beautiful and breathtaking and— perfect.
“You live here?”
“I do, well Amy and I do,”
“It’s, it’s— amazing Oliver,” I say, my hands pressing against the window again. As I look up and down I can see that it stretches from top to bottom allowing for a full view.
“Isn’t it,” he grins, his hands pulling me against and now facing him.
“I knew you’d love it. The water, the lights of the city shimmering against the waves,”
“I do, I really do,” I smile to him, watching as his eyes flicker between my own, “Ollie?”
“Hmm,” he hums, his forehead pressing against mine as my arms wrap around his neck.
“Kiss me,” I say, feeling a little brave still.
“I never thought you'd ask,” he smiles softly, pressing his lips gently against one of my cheeks, and slowly trailing his nose across my jaw, kissing the other cheek and then trailing his nose back against my other jaw before stopping for just a second, my heart hammering in my chest, the anticipation almost too much.
“Ready?” He asks.
“Ready,” I tell him, and with that, he kisses me.