“Did I say something wrong?” “No,” he says quietly. “Then why did you pull away?” His eyes meet mine, and he says, “Because you’re too . . . fuck, Ollie, you’re too mature, too fucking smart, and it’s making me think I can do things to you that I shouldn’t be doing.” My body tingles with anticipation. “Like what?” I ask. “Kiss you, hold you, touch you . . .” I wet my lips and let my fingers roam his chest as I say, “You can do those things.” He shakes his head. “You deserve better, Oliana. You deserve more.”
