The Party: After Midnight
If in the morning Oliver remembered any of this, he would likely feel be embarrassed of himself, but tonight that type of care was buried deep in the back of his mind. His lips moved slowly up her neck and closer to her own lips. Her scent was intoxicating. How had was it possible for him to never have noticed before? Her hand buried deep in his hair acted to intensify these emotions he had never felt before. His hands gently ran across her back.
Something in the back of his mind began yelling at him though. What are you doing? She's your best friend. Stop! But thus far he wasn't listening to this rationality.