SHE’S MINE NOW!!!

Oliver's POV.

She opened the door and I almost forgot how to breathe.

Lena stood there in that tiny shirt, the one that rode up when she reached for things. No bra. Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were parted like she'd just been kissed.

Or like she'd just been doing something else.

I knew what she'd been doing. The wall was thin and I'd heard everything.

But that was my secret.

Behind me, Marcus and Ethan were cracking jokes about something stupid. They didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the way she was looking at me like she was scared, confused and curious at the same time.

"I said open it," I repeated, softer now. "Not stand there like a deer in headlights."

She swallowed. "Your friends…"

"Don't worry about it." I stepped closer. She stepped back and I followed. "Right now, I'm only interested in you."

"Your dad…."

"Isn't here." I cornered her against the doorframe. "Neither is your mom. It's just us."

Just us.

I wanted to taste the word. I wanted to taste her.

She was trembling. I could see it in her throat, the flutter of her pulse, quick and frantic.

"Oliver," she whispered. "What are you doing?"

"Something I should have done months ago."

I reached out. My fingers brushed her jaw. It was featherlight, testing. She didn't pull away.

She didn't pull away.

"I saw you at the wedding," I said, low. "In that dress. The way you looked at me when you thought I wasn't watching."

"You were watching."

"Of course I was watching." I leaned closer. My lips almost touched her ear. "You're the only thing in this house worth watching."

She let out a shaky breath. Her hands came up, not to push me away, but to grip my shirt. Fisting the fabric like she needed something to hold onto.

"This is wrong," she breathed.

"Tell me you don't want it."

Silence.

Then, "I can't."

I pulled back. Looked her in the eyes. "Tell me you don't want me."

She didn't answer but she didn't let go of my shirt either and that was enough.

I kissed her.

Not soft and not gentle but hungrily, the kind of kiss that said I've been waiting. I've been patient and I'm done waiting now.

She melted against me instantly. Her mouth opened under mine. Her fingers tangled in my hair. And when I backed her against the wall, she wrapped her leg around my hip like she'd been dreaming of this.

I broke the kiss. "I heard you."

Her eyes flew open. "What?"

"In your room, through the wall." I pressed closer. "I heard everything. Your breathing. Your fingers. The way you said my name."

Her face went scarlet. "I didn't…."

"You did." My hand slid down her side. "And I want to hear it again. But this time, I want to be the reason."

She shivered.

"Oliver…"

"Say yes." I traced the waistband of her shorts. "Say yes, and I'll give you exactly what you've been touching yourself thinking about."

She bit her lip. Her hips rolled toward me like she's been craving for it.

Of course she was.

"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, yes —"

And then Marcus shouted from the other room: "Oliver! Where the hell are you? We're starting another round!"

I froze.

Lena froze.

I closed my eyes and counted to three.

"Coming," I called back.

Lena's face crumpled with disappointment, but at the same time filled with relief.

I cupped her cheek. "This isn't over."

"It's not?"

"No." I kissed her forehead. "But I don't share. And I don't rush."

"Oliver…."

"Tonight after they leave." I looked her dead in the eyes. "Keep your door unlocked."

I walked away.

But I felt her watching me, felt her eyes burning into my back like a brand.

And I knew, tonight, she'd mine.

I walked back to my friends, laughed at their jokes, pretended to care about the game, but my mind was already in her room.

Already between her legs, already…

My phone buzzed.

It was not from her but from—

Dad: Coming home early. Mom got sick. Be there in 2 hours.

Fuckkkkk.