Page 169 of Right Man, Right Time
I grip Ollie even tighter.
“You’re mistaking distaste for lust. There isn’t anything in this world that would make me change my mind. We’re over. So save your dignity and move the fuck along.”
“Wow,” she says, shaking her head. “You’re really going to take this girl you barely know over me? We have history, Silas. I know you. She doesn’t. And when she breaks your heart because she’s too immature, too inexperienced to date someone of your caliber, I’ll be sitting back, waiting.”
“Don’t hold your breath,” Ollie says. And fuck, I love her. I love her so goddamn much.
Without another word, Sarah walks away, flipping her hair over her shoulder.
“Oh shit,” Posey says before laughing. “You pissed her off.”
“Good, maybe she’ll stay away once and for all.”
I spin Ollie toward me and lift her chin so her lips are near. “I’m going to fuck you so hard when we get to my place.”
A smile stretches across her beautiful face.
“I’m counting on it.”
I lightly kiss her, only for Posey to clear his throat. “Can you two not? Some of us are struggling romantically and would prefer not to watch you two go at it.”
I lift my lips from Ollie’s and then turn toward Posey. “Some of us? Does that include you?”
“What? Me?” He points at his chest. “No, I’m not struggling. I’m fine.” He pats Holmes on the back. “Just looking out for our dear friend Halsey here.”
“Don’t,” Holmes says, peeling Posey’s hand off his shoulder. “I’m good.”
“Not from what I saw this morning,” I say.
“Ooo, what happened this morning?” Ollie asks.
Holmes gives me the death glare, and I say, “Sorry, dude, she’s a part of me now. What I know, she knows.”
He takes a long pull of his beer before saying, “Just ran into someone . . .”
“Blakely,” I say, filling in for him.
“And I don’t know, just told her how beautiful she looked. That’s it, we’re not talking about it anymore, or I’m going to fucking leave.”
“Dude.” Posey shakes Holmes. “You said that to her? That’s huge. What did she say? Did she blush?”
“I said we’re not getting into this,” Holmes says, always in a bad fucking mood.
“She blushed,” I answer for him. “And she said he looked really good in his suit.”
Posey’s mouth drops open. “Holmes, that’s your in.”
“It’s not,” he says, setting his beer down. “Have you forgotten she has a boyfriend?”
“No,” Posey answers. “But things change. Look at Taters. He was with Sarah for over a decade, and that changed.” He glances at me. “Sorry, had to use you as an example.”
“It’s fine,” I say as I kiss Ollie’s forehead.
“She’s happy, and I’m not going to fuck around with that. Now, we can either change the subject, or I can leave.” From the expression on his face and the dead-set tone in his voice, I know he’s serious. And I have to respect the man. Blakely is not available, and she does appear happy, so I respect the fact he’s not going to chase after her. I shouldn’t tease him, really.
“Ollie turned in her final paper for her internship.”
“What was it about?” Posey asks.
