Lying to Terence wasn't something Oliver wanted to do. The guilt and alcohol rolled uncomfortably in his stomach. But when the door closed and Marie leaned in to speak with her body pressed lightly in all the right places against his, all Oliver's thoughts centered on the two of them and Marie without her clothes.
"Good thing I do, hen." Oliver smirked, his arm draping across her shoulders and fingers tracing along the curve of her neck.