I’ll order you an Uber to take you home so you don’t have to worry about what might happen if we’re alone together in a dark car later.” “I’m not worried—” “You are. You’re fucking transparent, Ollie. ’Cause I’d probably try to kiss you, and you’d probably let me.” He leans back, blowing out a deep breath. “And who the fuck knows what happens after that.” A soft, easy smile. “So stay, please. No funny business, I promise.”
