Oliver spread out the mats he'd bought, sighing very softly as he worked. Maybe the strangeness was just starting to get to him. He knew the hurt he felt was ridiculous. This Chloe barely knew him. No wonder she was uncomfortable. He was acting more like he would around his Chloe. He paused at that, cocking his head to the side. His Chloe? When the hell had he started thinking of her like that?
Right about the time she saved your ass, his brain informed him. Right. He rubbed a hand over his face. That wasn't good.