Page 22 of Glory Troll

“Ollie, please stop this. You deserve everything I have to give. Fuck!” Huffing, I shook my head. “No, you deserve way more than someone like me.”

“That’s nonsense, and you know it!” He started struggling again and I had no clue what to do but shut him up with a kiss.

He melted under my lips, half-heartedly protesting, but not for long. A soft moan echoed between us when his hands sneaked around my neck, our difference in height meaning he plastered his body to mine.

It took me a while to realise he was crying.

“Ollie?” I backed out of the kiss, cradling his head in my hands, thumbs brushing the sparkling tears off his face. “Älskling, what’s wrong?”

I hated to see him so upset and needed to take care of my man.

“I’m just…” he struggled for words. “So bloody angry at myself. I suck and I have no idea what you even want with me—”

“Jag är kär i dig,” I stopped him, needing to tell him in my native tongue and hoping he would understand, anyway. “I’m in love with you,” I repeated when all he did was gape at me.

“Yeah, I understood.”

“You did?”

His face blushed under my fingertips.

“I’ve been looking up some things in Swedish,” he mumbled without meeting my eyes.

“What things?” I grinned even though I knew exactly what kind of things.

The words and sentences you research when you meet someone from another country and want to impress them by telling them what you feel in their native tongue.

“Things,” he repeated. “Not a lot of them because I’m the economist in the family, and it’s Noah who has a talent for languages—”

“You learned Swedish for me?” I interrupted him in a murmur, falling more for this man by the minute.

“That’s a gross overestimate of my skill. I learned—”

Again, I stopped him with my lips.

“Say it,” I told him. “Tell me what you learned. Please, Ollie.” I kissed my way to his neck, tiny tingling licking kisses that had him moan and grip me tighter.

“I listened to a recording of this,” he whispered. “About a hundred times, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself.”

“Åh, min kära. You don’t ever have to worry about that with me, okay? I am lying at your feet, Oliver.”

“Bo!” he groaned, making me freeze.

“Did I say that wrong?”

“No,” my love huffed. “It’s just super hot when you call me ‘Oliver’.” He shuddered happily. “Jag älskar dig,” he mumbled into my hair.

His pronunciation was close to perfect. Not that I cared about it when my heart dissolved into a gooey little puddle.

I wonder what else he believes he can’t do because it’s a Noah thing…

“Jag älskar dig också,” I growled as my hands roamed his body, needing to get closer to him.

“I’m sorry. I got jealous about Callum. He’s a great guy, and that was uncalled for.”

“Callum is hurting. He needed a friendly face. We are not interested in each other. And besides, I only had eyes for you all evening. “

“So did I.”

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