Page 115 of Magic or Madness

“I was fucking terrified on the motorcycle job, it was my first with Fallon. For some reason, having someone to come home to makes our line of work much more difficult,” I tell him, and he shakes his head in agreement, like my words are sinking into his thick skull.

“I don’t know how to do this while balancing her. Cami isn’t phased by anything, but I can’t bear the thought of her worrying about me. Fuck, am I falling in love with her?” He rambles, and I smile, unable to stop myself from laughing at his naivety.

“Yeah, you are, you fucking dumbass. You brought her here, completely uprooting her life in Jacksonville after not seeing you for years. I’m no expert, but I think she might love you too.”

He runs his hands through his hair, looking like he might throw up, and I shamelessly revel in his coming-to-reality moment.

Olly has always been a little brother to me, but watching him blossom into a man in front of my eyes is a true treat, like I’m witnessing a flower growing from the dirt.

“How the fuck did this happen? I was supposed to be a bachelor for life,” he says, looking out the window in despair.

“You fucking research and cook recipes with my girlfriend every single day. You were never going to be a bachelor, you idiot.” I throw an empty bottle at him, laughing when it hits him square in the head.

“You may be onto something, I do love to cook with Fallon. Not Cami though, she’s fucking terrible in the kitchen,” he says with a laugh, keeping the mood light with jokes and pushing the conversation off his own feelings.

“I have a feeling even if you destroy, burn, and wreck things with Cami, she won’t be going anywhere,” I reiterate to him, andhe smirks, a face that I rarely see from him unless he’s thinking about causing chaos.

Oliver might be behaving with his grown-up pants on lately, but deep down, he thrives off of burning shit down and never checking consequences after. This time, though, there’s more than one heart at stake, and for Fallon’s sake, I have to keep his head where it belongs, which is centered on Camila.

“Aren’t we just the luckiest fucks on the planet? Our girlfriends love to have slumber parties and kiss each other.Fucking legendary.”

I roll my eyes, punching him in the arm, reminding him who he’s talking about.

Besides the club night, Fallon and Cami have had one other make out session, and I was completely surprised by how easily they’ve navigated whatever has been happening between them. You wouldn’t guess that they’ve hooked up just by looking at them unless you were nitpicking at every move they make. It’s private, not a large spectacle just like Fallon wanted, and they love having a little secret between the two of them.

“It’s for them, not us, Oliver,” I remind him, bringing his thoughts out of the gutter they’ve fallen into.

“Oh, I know, but Cami loves it when I watch her. It’s one of our things. She’s fucking hooked on Fallon, though, she’s been respectful – working at her pace – but she’s all about it,” he tells me, and I interrupt, signaling that we’re at the warehouse.

He shuts up, transitioning into work mode, and we take a few pictures of the building, watching the workers as they go in and out, counting how many there are.

We note security cameras, barbed wiring on the fences, and a gate with an access code for entry.

After a while, we wrap it up, not wanting to draw too much attention to ourselves.

Oliver texts Lex, requesting any security cameras to be wiped, and we make our way back to the dealership with the music cranked.

One thing about Oliver is that when he's done with a conversation, you’ll know. The talk we had on the way here is done in his mind, and he’s not interested in picking it back up – hence the music.

I don’t mind. It makes me uncomfortable when he talks about Cami and Fallon, just because I allow him to watch Fallon with Cami doesn’t mean he can candidly discuss it like a casual trip to the grocery store. This dynamic is strange, though, with how possessive I can be. I don’t want his eyes on her body, watching her be sexual with someone else. That feels like it should be reserved for me, but unfortunately, his girlfriend is the other half of this equation, and I can’t exactly kick him out when Camila wanders into our room at night.

I don’t watch her, or find any interest in her, my eyes only belong to Fallon, and I’m so happy that she’s been able to explore her sexuality.

She confided in me that she’s not interested in women, just Cami, and she’s not sure how to label it – or herself – but she doesn’t want to stop the connection they have. I gave her a green light to act on how she feels, because I trust her judgment, and know what’s inside her heart. My Bambi is filled with pure intentions, never anything less, so if she’s got feelings for Camila, and only wants to act on those once in a while, who am I to deny her of that?

Our relationship hasn’t suffered or faltered in the face of this revelation, it’s only grown because of how open our communication is.

She knows she can tell me anything, and I know that I’m confident in our bond, never feeling threatened by her inner desires for someone who isn’t me. I’m so grounded, almostpushing her to work through this side of herself, and I’ve never been so proud of someone in my entire life.

Finally, we’re back at the dealership, and I’m yanked from my inner monologue, launched back into reality where I can’t wait to get my hands on my girl.

We quickly brief Max, Journey, and Lex with what we found, and I break away, finding Fallon vacuuming our bedroom.

“Come here, Bambi,” I say, and she jumps, ripping the headphones out of her ears.

“Fucks sake, Ozzy! You gave me a heart attack!” She yells, turning off the vacuum and walking toward me, her hair up in a messy bun, still rocking the yoga outfit.

It consists of very tight leggings, a light-colored tank top and a black sports bra. I pull her close to me, missing her touch, and the comfort I feel when she’s in my arms.

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