Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
“I’m already looking forward to it. Next step will be adding ‘Motivational Baker’ to my business card,” Melinda chuckled before Oliver spun her. As he held her closer, her hand came back to his shoulder, the tips of her fingers just skimming the skin on his neck.
Oliver’s breath was warm as it ghosted over the shell of her ear with each word he spoke. Instinctively she turned her head towards him, chasing that gentle touch as she listened, considered… Looking up at him when he leaned back, she was tempted and torn. Cutting out early from her own party would be considered rude, but Oliver had said ‘for a bit’, and Cho would most likely choke her if she passed up an opportunity like this. Of course, Melinda knew she would always wonder ‘what if?’ if she didn’t go, and that was what had her nodding. “I trust you.” Already she could feel the excitement – with just a smidgen of guilt at leaving her own party even for just a bit with a man who was turning out to be more than she had expected when she had invited him over the journal – bubbling inside her as she nodded again.