“Olive, baby, if you’re not comfortable inviting me in, that is absolutely fine. We can go to my house or”—and I spoke these words through gritted teeth—“end the night here.” A startled laugh burst from Olive, and it was the best fucking sound. “You sound so angry at the idea of ending the night.” “Yeah, well, I’m greedy with you. I want all your time—every single second of it.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “My stalker.” “Yours, baby.”
