Page 110 of Oliver

Penny:Tell that to Oren and Matt…

He falls silent after that which is just as well. Bone is a lying asshole. He knows something and he’s just as scared as I was.

“Hey.” Peeking through my lids, I find Oliver standing above me looking sexily mussed.

My ovaries sigh at the sight and I sit up with a yawn, fighting my surprise when he sits beside me and pulls me into his arms.

Hm.I like this,I think as I snuggle deep.

Stroking his hand down my hair, Oliver says, “How are you?”

I can’t help it, I lean back and blurt, “Who are you and what happened to Oliver Goodlow?”

He rolls his eyes, but I spy the faint flush to his cheeks when he growls, “I’m trying, alright?”

Holding back a smile, I collapse against his chest and hum under my breath. Trying, eh? I can handle that.

“I have to go somewhere,” he rumbles and my pleasure pops like a balloon.

“Where?”

“I can’t tell you. Penny, there’s just…some things I can’t tell you.”

“Why?” I ask, looking up when he brushes a strand of hair from my face.

“Because I don’t want to put you in danger.”

“I don’t want you in danger either,” I whisper, and he frowns.

“It’s too late for me.”

“The club?” I ask and he slowly nods. “Will you ever be able to leave?”

“I don't know,” he sighs.

The weary bent to his shoulders inspires me to let it go for now and I say softly, “Okay.”

This topic isn’t closed though. We can’t move forward with secrets between us.

“What?” he says, raising his brows. “Just like that?”

Rolling my eyes, I say, “Don’t push it. I’mtrying.”

He stares at me like I’m an alien before his lips quirk in a smile. My heart jumps into my throat at that and I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face.

“Is that right?” he growls and I shriek when he pushes me back and proceeds to tickle me.

“Mercy,” I laugh when I can’t take it anymore. With a beautiful glitter to his normally cool eyes, he rises and holds out his hand.

As soon as our palms meet, I shiver and he smirks, tightening his hold. I touch his chest when he pulls me in and his head dips toward mine just as the doorbell rings.

Deflating, I pull him down the stairs but when I go to open the door, Oliver steps past me and looks through the peephole.

“Who is it?” I ask and he shrugs.

“Some old dude.”

“Really?” I mutter, glancing between the blinds. “It’s my uncle.”

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