Oliver paused while pulling out Katie's clothes from the wash. Bleeding hell you can snog some floozy without worry. You were brazen as all hell with Mel but you can't snog Katie? his mind mentally chided. What happened to ridiculously smooth Oliver? You can seal the deal like a goblin counts coins. He grumbled lowly, shaking his head. Katie isn't some... one. She's one of my best mates for fuck sake." He closed the door to the dryer, placing it on the lowest setting. So I should be able to do this. We've kissed before. I can do this! It'll be like old times. Yeah! "Yeah!" Oliver agreed with himself and turning on the dryer. Without a second though he strode back into the kitchen, walking with that sense of purpose. He couldn't give himself time to think; this was nothing more than taking a risk during a game. Thinking meant panicking.
Oliver walked over to Katie without a word, resting both hands on her waist to pull her in for a kiss.
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