“Nuh uh,” Alicia shook her head hastily, denying all and everything that indicated that she had just giggled. Alicia did not giggle, and even less so because Oliver had just brought up the topic of hickeys which in turn had made her mind wander into territory that it shouldn’t be – especially while not on a date with him. For what seemed like an eternity – though in reality most likely wasn’t more than a few split seconds – her eyes lingered on the sandwich in front of Oliver’s mouth, though when he spoke again, they lowered to the apple she was holding in her hand.
Once again she could feel the heat in her cheeks. It felt as if she had been caught doing something wrong or very, very embarrassing. Obviously he wasn’t paying attention to who she was seeing or when – not that it was anything that happened all that often – but for reasons unknown to her, she just seemed to know who was showing interest in him and when. It was the observational stuff he had drilled into them, it had to be. She was simply just good at it.
“I’m not seeing anyone,” Alicia said quietly, shaking her head slowly though her eyes were suddenly glued to the apple in her hand, as she picked at the edge of the peel where she had just taken a bite from it. There had been a few, a very few, and the couple that had been had all seemed to grow some sort of odd notion that she was with either of the boys on the team. As if she’d ever go out with Fred or George or Oliver. Only... right now she was out with Oliver, but what that meant wasn’t something she was going to dwell on, and yet, before she could stop herself, the question was out of her mouth; “Are you?” This time she did tilt her head to look across the blanket to him, feeling an odd sense in her chest, as she waited for his answer.