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, |
Melinda drew in a deep breath, trying to keep her mind about her. This whatever it was with Oliver could barely even be called a thing and it didn’t even have the timespan stretching past an hour – if you didn’t count the time between the comments in the journal and the actual party – but it just had that hint of more that she thought she wouldn’t mind exploring… even if she knew there was the risk that she was just fooling herself. “Mind the distraction?” Melinda chuckled glancing up at Oliver, shaking her head slightly. “If I hadn’t been the host, I wouldn’t have minded if this was an early departure.”
Her eyes on his finger as he twirled her hair around it, she turned her head just enough to brush her cheek against his hand. She bit her lip to swallow back the sigh when he stepped away from her. If she had her wish, it wouldn’t be the party they would be going back to, though she also did want to enjoy the party and her friends and just when had it become so difficult to balance everything?
And that was what had her moving back to Oliver, her arm slipping around his waist. “In a minute,” she told him, the warm and suddenly familiar feel of his body emboldening her to kiss him heatedly as the fingers of her free hand clenched around the fabric of his shirt. “I just need to make the rounds back there,” she murmured. “Then I could… we could…” They could something, she was sure they could come up with an excuse to leave, without it being too rude.