Oliver's gaze lingered on the deliciously plump lip caught between her beautiful teeth (an odd thing, he knew, but Oliver often noticed teeth before anything else on people), and wishing it were his teeth that lip was caught between. No. No, Romilda's teeth, because she always managed to nibble on his bottom lip so sweetly in a way that made his knees melt.
She just hadn't done so in what seemed like ages. Maybe she had the last time and he simply forgotten.
The moment passed when Genevieve smiled to Jenn, and his attention on the drink.
"Och, 'beer before liquor never sicker'," Oliver recited with a finger wag. "I'm not going to risk that one. It's gonna be a long night." Something sweet, though, sat next to him, closer than before when the group around the table jostled together once more.