'I think- Alice definitely has one of those,' Oliver teased breathlessly. He kept his face close to hers, his lips never far from her skin. Even when she pulled back to silence her phone - thankfully - he continued to drop kisses to her skin, seeking out the warmer sections of her flesh. Behind her ear, beneath her jaw, just under the collar of her shirt along the bone...
Only when he felt her still beneath his lips and fingers did Oliver pull back, his eyes brighter than the stars, smiling happily. He hadn't a clue anything was wrong. 'If it's Fred or George, I could have them murdered for you.'