You Looked Down on Me Once, Now You Look Up. novel Chapter 150

"Oliver..."

"Ow!" Patricia gasped as his teeth nipped her shoulder, sharp enough to make her cry out.

"Too stiff. Try again."

She hesitated. "So what do you want me to call you?"

"Whatever you want," Oliver said, his voice low and teasing.

"But just now..." If anything goes, why not Mr. Padilla?

"Anything but Mr. Padilla."

"O... Oliver?" she stammered.

It felt weird, like they were still strangers pretending to be a couple. Why was it so hard to say his name out loud?

He chuckled softly against her skin, obviously enjoying himself. "Say it again."

"Oliver."

"Keep going."

"Oliver..."

"Don't stop."

"Oliver..."

A shiver ran through her, spreading from her chest to her head, like the rush you get from a sip of ice-cold plum wine—sweet, dizzying, impossible to forget. She remembered last night’s kiss, the way he was now breathing against her ear. Every moment with him felt like a new line crossed.

Later at dinner, Sara was happily munching on spicy fish and couldn't help but gush.

"Aunt Patricia, Marian is amazing. Seriously, the way that dessert hit? Way better than any boyfriend ever has."

She stuck out her tongue, grabbed her water, and took a big sip. "If you and Uncle Oliver ever break up, can you let Marian live with me?"

The whole table froze, everyone staring at Sara with their forks still in midair.

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