Page 19 of Snap

At home, I would have asked one of Dad's staff to get everything ready for me. Just as well I moved out a few months ago. Although, it had taken me a while to figure out how to use basic appliances.

By the time Ollie appeared, wearing only his pants, the coffee machine was gurgling away.

"That smells good," he said sniffing the air. "But you smell even better." He drew me into his arms and buried his face in my hair.

I probably had that 'just fucked' look going on. I should probably pull a brush through my hair, but if he didn't care, why should I?

"You don't smell so bad yourself." He smelled like dried sweat, sex and aftershave. Or soap. Do guys even use aftershave anymore? "The coffee will take a while, do you want to have a shower first?" I asked.

"Only if you come with me," he said.

"How did you know that was exactly what I was thinking?" I gave him a sly smile.

"Probably because it's exactly what I was thinking too." He kissed my hair.

"Is this where we say great minds think alike?" I took his hand and led him towards the bathroom.

He chuckled. "Some of the guys I work with would have some smartass comment to say about that."

I snorted. "Pretty much everyone I know would have a smartass comment to say about it. Lucky for us, none of them are here." Lucky for them too, because what they were about to see would burn their eyeballs.

"Should I say something smartass?" he asked. "I mean, just so we aren't missing out."

I laughed. "How about we don't but say we did." I leaned in and turned on the water in the shower.

"That works too," he said. He started to unbutton the shirt I was wearing. "It looks better on you than it does on me, but it will look better off you."

I shrugged out of the shirt and started to help him with his pants. "Funny, I was about to say the same to you. Seems a shame to cover you up with pants."

"I'm okay," he said with a half shrug. "But you… You are something else." He ran his hands down my sides, fingers touching lightly. Little more than a breath on my skin, it set me on fire.

Or was that the steam from the shower?

"I think the water is hot enough now," I said. "We shouldn't waste it."

"However hot it is, it's not as hot as you." He opened the shower door and waved for me to go first.

"I bet you say that to all the girls." I gave him a smile over my shoulder.

He followed me in and grabbed the soap to start washing my back. "If I did, I didn't mean it. But I mean it now. "

"Oh really?" I ducked my head so he could wash the back of my neck. "Most guys would claim there are no other girls."

"None that matter," he said firmly. He groaned.

I turned around, question on my face. "Is something wrong?" For a moment I was worried he would tell me about a girlfriend he'd forgotten until now.

"I sound like a dick," he complained. "Like I just have a bunch of one night stands or something. I don't. I just…"

I put my hands on his firm shoulders. "It's okay. It's not like I haven't been around a bit. It was fun at the time, and sometimes I thought it meant something. Now, I realise it didn't. It's just a matter of perspective, you know?"

"Yeah, I do know. That's how it is. I've had relationships before but they never came to anything." He smiled slowly. "I guess that's obvious, or I wouldn't be naked in a shower with you."

"I'd hope not," I said dryly. "Cheating is something I do not tolerate. Deal-breaker. End of story." I did not want a man who was like my father. I'd rather be single for the rest of my life. Or a crazy cat lady who lived on coffee, donuts and never brushing my hair.

"Anyone who would cheat on you not only doesn't deserve you, but they're probably a ball-less idiot," he said firmly.

"That sounds accurate," I said. "They are certainly the lowest of the low."

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