A light snow starts to fall, catching in Ollie’s hair. I don’t think. Grasping the back of his neck, I pull him in for a long, slow, sweet kiss. He tastes just like the hot chocolate from the cup in his hands. “Mmm, delicious,” I whisper against his lips. “Why’d you do that?” he whispers. “Curious eyes.” “Really?” “Yeah.” I don’t know if anyone is around, but I don’t care. Right now, I have to quell this burning need inside of me for Ollie. It does the opposite. It stokes the fire. Fuck. Ollie’s eyes are wide behind his glasses as he slides onto the bench seat next to me. I really shouldn’t
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