Page 14 of Glory Troll

Bo: I want to…

I waited for a few minutes, but no further messages arrived.

Ollie: Yes?

Ollie: Tell me

Bo: I want to be with you, Ollie

Bo: preferably naked in a bed

I gasped into the quiet of my flat.Holy crap!

Bo: Meet me out in the grounds

Ollie: now?

Bo: Yes, do you know the clearing near the little bridge where the mushroom and the moss with the white flowers grow?

Ollie: I think so, yes

Bo: Meet me there in half an hour?

I hesitated. Being with him in Port Cillean had felt safe, but here? What if anyone saw us? But not seeing him wasn’t an option. We’d spent hours together, yet it felt like I was craving the next dose of a powerful drug already.

Like an addict.

Ollie: Okay. I’ll be there

He sent a heart emoji back, and I…panicked for a moment. Did I just promise to meet a Swedish hockey hunk—our guest—in the woods for…sex?

Well, I definitely wasn’t opposed to getting it on with Bo Persson, but he probably just wanted to talk. Or kiss. Still…

I hastened to take my clothes off and hopped into the shower.

Nothing’s going to happen, but it can’t hurt to clean up. Thoroughly.Inside and out.

In fresh clothes, including one of my good pairs of boxers, I sneaked out of the side tract that housed the staff apartments. They were a little closer to the woods, thank God. It meant that I only had to cross a short distance before entering the shelter of the trees. A few mossy stone steps led down a little hill, and I followed the path next to the little burn. The water gurgled and blubbered to my left, masking my footsteps, and the frantic hammering of my pulse that felt deafening in my ears.

I had crossed the bridge when I noticed them. Fireflies blinked between the bushes, their eerie light guiding me on.

The clearing opened suddenly on my right, and I halted in my tracks, fascinated all over again. By Bo’s sheer size and beauty.

“You came,” he rasped, heading across the meadow over to where I stood.

“Of course,” I whispered back, still mesmerised by the scene that greeted me. At least a hundred fireflies danced in the bushes, their light illuminating the clearing and the Troll before me. Bo was barefoot, in relaxed joggers and a white shirt that hugged his muscular body almost indecently.

“Ollie, I…” My eyes left the dream-like scene to find him, and understanding passed between us. His shoulders relaxed as he took the last steps, cradled my entire head in his palms, and kissed me.

I melted into the kiss, and I knew what he’d meant earlier. He felt like home. Perhaps for the first time in my life since I hadrealised that my parents weren’t horrible people, but also not overly interested in Noah and me, I was home.

Without overthinking it or questioning myself, I slung my arms around him. Being so much smaller than Bo, I had no hopes of moving him, so I dragged myself closer to his warmth. A low rumble travelled through his chest into me, making me vibrate in the same frequency and harden against his thighs.

With an appreciative hum, his hands left my face to roam my body. Our kiss turned sloppier when Bo’s huge palms came to rest on my ass.

“Mm, Ollie,” he hummed, ending on a heated little growl. “I would love to come back to the idea you had earlier.”

“Which idea?” Shit, my voice sounded squeaky and slightly panicked.

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