Page 101 of Antidote

“That was one of them.” I grin back, my hand tightening around his hair. It’s silky soft, and I want my fingers to get lost in the strands as he lies his head on my chest and listens to the beat of my heart. The same heart that beats just for him. The same one that’s pounding right now. “Why didn’t you reply?”

Silence.

Blood rushes in my ears when he doesn’t reply, and I grip his hair tighter until he winces. Until tears gather in his eyes. Until his cheeks turn pink. I want him to feel the same pain I felt.

“It was too hard,” he finally says, his hands coming up to my face. “I would’ve given in. I wouldn’t have lasted a day.”

“Give us a chance, Ollie,” I beg. “Please. I can’t—I don’t want to live without you anymore.”

“I’ve never had a choice, Hunt,” he whispers, gripping my face harder and pulling me down until our lips are brushing. The contact sends a shiver down my spine, and my breath hitches. “I couldn’t let you go even if I wanted to. Life doesn’t make sense without you.”

Life doesn’t make sense without him. Everything is bleak and gray. The only streaks of color in my world have always been thanks to him. Blue. Blue. More blue. The color of love. The color of home. The only color that matters.

“Nothing has ever made sense without you, baby,” I reply, my heart skipping a beat as I press my lips against his for a brief moment, not long enough. Even still, I enjoy the way his breath hitches, the little gasp that escapes him. “Will you stay? Will you keep me?”

“I—” Ollie gulps, his hands shifting to the back of my head now. His fingers get lost in the strands of hair at my nape, and his warm breath coasts over my lips as he says, “I swear I’ll never leave you again.”

“Better not.”

“I swear I’m sorry.”

“Better be.”

“I love you,” he whispers, his lips brushing against mine again.

“I got you back,” I whisper back. “Always.”

I take a deep breath, inhaling his vanilla cupcake scent into my lungs like I’m fucking starved for it. And I am. It feels like I’m finally breathing again after being on the brink of death for the last year, and when I press my lips against his, my knees almost give out. He tastes like mint, and something sweet.

He tastes like Ollie.

He tastes like mine.

A groan crawls up my throat as I push my tongue past his lips, and when he sucks on it, I slap my hand against the elevator door. I moan, he moans, and then we’re all over each other. Hands, lips, teeth.

Clothes fly everywhere as we undress each other, leaving a trail all the way to my room. I lead the way, and he follows—just like always. And this time, it feels right. Like I won’t lead him astray. Like we’re finally on the right path. The same page. Our hearts are aligned, our souls entwined. And nothing, fucking nothing, will tear us apart. Ever again.

“Hunt.” Ollie gasps when I push him down onto my bed, and he bounces slightly before he crawls back toward the headboard. “Wait.”

“Baby,” I whisper. “I need you now.”

“No,” Ollie replies and looks up at me with a twinkle in his eye. “I want to fuck you.”

My heart stutters in my chest. I had never given this any thought, but I’d do it for him. I’d be his first, and he’d be my first. “You want that?”

“I do.”

I peer down at his pretty cock and gulp. His piercing glistens in the low light, and my mouth waters. I want to wrap my lips around him and take him to the back of my throat, but I know he won’t let me. Not right now. So instead, I focus back on his piercing. I wonder how that’s going to feel inside me. Would it make it hurt more? Or would it feel better? But it doesn’t even matter—I’d do anything Ollie wanted.

I get on the bed and crawl toward him, then straddle him. But he just pushes me roughly, and I land on my back with an oomph. He’s on his knees between my own, and suddenly I feel nervous. What if he doesn’t like it? What if?—

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” Ollie says softly. “It’s my turn to look at your pretty little hole.”

I do as he says, spreading my legs for him, and his lips part. Fuck, that look on his face as he takes me in is a confidence boost. So I spread my legs even wider, bringing them up a little so he has an even better view.

“Lube?” he croaks, then clears his throat.

“Under the pillow,” I tell him, my cheeks heating.

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