Oliver Bloody Wood (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} oliverwoodwould) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"You needn't worry on that score. Perhaps I'll show you later, but it hasn't been an issue in the least. Thankfully for your bakery, I work extra hard so I have have the occasional sweet. But, I shall trust your judgement. You let me know when the password changes and I shall pop round your beautiful rooftop garden to visit. We'll see who ends up being right." He gave her a little spin and pulled her close again, his hand moving from her waist to her back. "Ahh, much better," he added.
His brow went up even more at the challenge. Leaning down so his mouth was close to her ear he whispered. "Well, it just so happens that I might have a nice, spontaneous spot in mind. Do you truth me? Or would it be rude to leave your party behind for a bit? All in the name of romance though," he added, leaning back and winking at her again. Maybe it was rash, but Oliver was rash. And he did have a place in mind, and under the fairy lights Melinda was even more enchanting than on their linked journals. He liked getting caught up in this kind of romantic gesture. Much better than snogging a girl to get her to shut up, and shagging her because he couldn't think of a good enough reason not to. Bad mistakes. He was putting those behind him for now, and living in the moment. Maybe she'd turn him down, but it was worth the risk.