“A-ha! I’ve fucking cracked her!” He grips my waist, spins me in the air, drops me to my feet, and … peppers my entire face in kisses. His fingers lace through mine, tugging, before I have time to comprehend what’s happened. “I promise, Ollie, you won’t regret it.” I have a serious love/hate relationship with the giggle bubbling from my chest, and I need to get a hang on it before I go anywhere alone with this man. “I’m not going home with you.” He holds up two fingers in a promise. “I won’t even ask.”
