The Party: After Midnight
A soft smile spread on Emily’s face at his words, no girl didn’t like being told she always looked incredible, especially when they weren’t trying at all. “You shouldn’t feel weird…I’m glad you told me. Now I don’t feel weird telling you that I hate it when other people call you Ollie…that’s my nickname for you. Your my werejaguar Green Arrow…way hotter than Justin Hartley.” A small little voice in her head was shocked at how bold she was being. She was spilling thoughts that had been buried deep down in her subconscious…thoughts she hadn’t even acknowledged to herself.
Emily hungered for something from him, what exactly she wasn’t sure. She wet her lips as her eyes kept flicking down to his own. She had never felt like this before and while it was a little confusing and frustrating it was also….thrilling. Her caused her heart to race in a wonderful way and every nerve to spark with even the slightest touch. She shut her eyes and arched into him when his lips touched her neck.
“Oh Ollie,” she moaned out as she buried one of her hands in his hair holding him to her.