Page 12 of Oar Than Friends

‘I think, perhaps, I was waiting for someone else,’ he whispered, reaching into his pocket to pull out his cell and offer it to me. ‘Give me your number.’

Without hesitation I punched it in and placed the phone back on his open palm.

Oz looked over to Oliver, who had the decency to step away, then bent down and brushed his lips all too briefly over mine. ‘To be continued.’

I began walking, only turning once to find him in the same spot I’d left him, and I knew without looking again that he stayed there until I was out of sight.

It was as I unlocked my door that I realized I was still wearing his sweater, and I took that deep breath I’d held off earlier.

Then another.

And when I woke up the next morning I was still holding it.

3. Arthur

(Early mornings are not a strong point for anyone)

Arthur:

Have you seen her?

Oliver:

No.

Arthur:

Can you find her?

Oliver:

I’m not James Bond.

Arthur:

Please?

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