This wasn't right. Oliver stopped himself long enough to catch his breath and hold onto his sanity. He wasn't going to shag Katie against a wall like she didn't mean anything to him. Oliver pulled back and bent to pick up her towel, wrapping it around her gently. "No," he said quietly. "We aren't good like this." It didn't matter how good she felt against him and she felt bloody fantastic.
He stepped back until the wall hit his back. "I need to leave," he said in a strained voice. "We need to... not. I don't.. not like this." Oliver couldn't tell Katie what he wanted in that moment, but he knew it wasn't this.