Warnings: Language, as usual. Mild sexual themes.
The first week of the year flew by, and before Courtney knew it, she was making the five hour drive back to her dormitory at Goth.
She hadn’t talked to Oliver since January first. She’d contemplated calling, she really had; But when it came down to it, she didn’t know what she’d even say. She didn’t want to talk about her feelings all the time and that was just what it was.
She’d called her sister to announce that she had arrived safe and sound. “Don’t forget to make friends!” was Kat’s cheery sign-off.
Courtney sighed and looked around her room. It felt so empty all of a sudden. She focused on the door that separated her from her suitemate, the girl she shared a bathroom with but didn’t know anything about. She bit her lip, fearing it may be too late to make that connection.
She signed and laid back on her bed. She stared at the ceiling for a while, thinking about how much she was dreading her classes tomorrow. She was especially dreading the people in them. Her major cohort was insufferable.
She rolled over onto her side and pulled out her computer.
“What major should I be?,” she typed into the search bar.
It couldn’t hurt to just Google it…
“Are you sure you want to change your major, at this point? You’ll have to take an extra semester at least, probably two, and summer classes on top of it…”
“I know,” Courtney said seriously. “I’m prepared for that.”
The head of the history department, her new advisor, smiled and nodded. “Sure thing, Ms. Peters. I just have to make sure. Transfers, unfortunately, don’t have the luxury of time, but if you’re sure, then you’re sure.” He signed the form with a flourish of his pen and handed it back to her. “Just take that to the registrar’s office and you’ll be all set!”
“Thanks, Dr. Montgomery!”
“Not a problem, Ms. Peters. Welcome to the history department!”
“Courtney!! How’re you?”
“That’s great! Listen, my band is playing at the Duke tonight… no cover for you if you wanna come, you’ll be on the list. And before you ask, yes, Oliver will be there.”
“I don’t know if that’s the best ide-”
“I’ll send Zach to pick you up around 6-ish, alright?”
“Rena, I -”
Courtney rifled through every drawer in her room looking for something to wear. She wanted to look cute, but not too cute-sy, because she anticipated the crowd at this show would be more edgy than she was used to. She didn’t want to stick out too much.
After a fruitless search, she groaned and slammed the last drawer shut. She looked in the mirror; would a tee and jeans suffice? She combed her fingers through her hair and frowned. Should she style it? Put on makeup? She didn’t want to look like she was trying too hard.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m turning into Kat!
“Fuck it,” she said to herself as she walked out the door. “I don’t care what I look like.” After all, who am I trying to impress?
She refused to let herself answer that question as she walked outside to find Zach waiting for her. “I’m sorry about Rena,” he said as she hopped over the threshold towards him. “She’s tenacious, that’s for sure.”
Courtney nodded in agreement. “Wouldn’t even let me get to the point where I could say no.”
“Well… She’s trying to play matchmaker.”
“I figured.” Courtney bit her lip. Neither of them said anything for a while.
“If you’re worried you fucked up beyond repair… it’s not hopeless,” he whispered finally. “Oliver’s been super moody since he got back and he won’t tell us much about why besides moaning about how he fucked up. It’s honestly super annoying.”
They reached the bar and the bouncer waved them both through after checking their IDs. Behind them, a girl who was waiting in line complained about how unfair it was that they didn’t have to pay. Zach turned around and said in retort, “we’re with the band,” before the door shut behind them and they descended into the basement, where the stage was located.
There was a flurry of activity downstairs. The place was small, but it was packed full with people. Courtney was so focused on surveying the crowd and mentally preparing herself for coming across Oliver that she didn’t notice that he was seated at the bar right by the staircase until she’d almost reached the bottom.
He was seated next to a girl. A really, really pretty girl who was dressed way nicer than she was, Courtney noted with a tinge of envy. The pair were chatting rather amicably, which made Courtney want to march right back up the stairs and out of this place. But Zach was right behind her, and something told her that he was in on whatever devious plan Rena had concocted. She sighed and reluctantly stepped down the staircase.
Oliver noticed her immediately and called out, “Courtney! Fancy seeing you here!” The warmth and sincerity of his smile made her guard melt away nearly instantaneously . She smiled back at him and said, “Hey!”
He stood up and pulled her into a bear hug. “They’re about to start,” he said as he pulled back, nodding towards the stage where Rena and her band appeared to be about done setting up. “You should dance with me!” he slurred slightly.
“Are you drunk?” Courtney laughed a little.
“Pretty,” the girl seated next to him piped up. “I don’t know what the bartender put in his drinks but it must have been good shit. A lot of good shit. I’m Sam, by the way.” She extended her hand and Courtney took it after hesitating half a second.
Oliver’s attention seemed to be called across the bar, and he excused himself to push his way over to where a few other young men were standing. Courtney watched him go, her heart sinking in her chest.
“You like him?” Sam asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of her drink.
Courtney’s cheeks turned red and she nodded.
“I thought so.” Sam chuckled. “Normally, I’d say you’d better hurry up and get on that before someone snatches him up, but… oh my God, you should have seen the way he just lit up when he saw you coming down the stairs. It was, like, super adorable. He was drinking earlier because he was worried about being nervous if you showed up, and I tried to slow him down but he wouldn’t listen. So no worries about him wandering off with someone else.” She shrugged and patted the barstool next to her. “You gonna get a drink?” she asked Courtney.
Courtney sat in the empty barstool, shaking her head. “Not tonight,” she explained to Sam as she ordered an ice water.
“Hey, you don’t need to explain yourself to me!” Sam downed the last of her cocktail in one final gulp. “By the way, I want to make it clear to you that I pose absolutely no threat to you getting Oliver.” Courtney attempted to stammer out a denial of thinking that, but Sam laughed and shook her head. “I saw the look on your face when you saw him talking to me. You were green!”
“I was just kicking myself for not making more of an effort to dress nice.”
“Girl, that’s a damn lie. But I gotta be honest with you, I’m only dressed like this to impress a guy anyway. You see that one over there? With the brown hair? Oliver’s bandmate? We’re kind of a ‘thing,’ but not like a thing. If I wanna get laid when he’s around, I gotta look hotter than every other girl here because he will try to hook up with someone else, and he will succeed. Anyway, it’s been about a week since I last got any, if you know what I mean, and I feel like I’m dying!”
Courtney’s eyes widened and she blushed as Sam’s candor. She started to debate whether or not she should order an alcoholic drink to calm her down.
“Ohmygod, sorry, that was totally too much information for knowing you for five fucking minutes! Ugh! I’m so sorry, I’m just, like, an open book with that stuff so…” she shrugged. “I forget that not everyone is the same way.” The bartender delivered their drinks and Sam picked hers up off the bar and took a sip. “Heads up,” she whispered, tilting her head slightly towards Oliver and his friend, who were heading their way.
Courtney ducked her head and tucked her hair behind her ear. Sam winked at her and mouthed, “cute!” as the guy she was trying to sleep with leaned on the bar right in front of her and whispered something in her ear.
“Oh, knock it off, you two,” Oliver rolled his eyes. “If I were to make a rule that none of my friends are allowed to fuck each other, that would solve so many problems,” he said to Courtney. She laughed. “Seriously, first these two, then Zach and Rena, who, by the way, still think I have no idea that they’re fucking…” he sighed dramatically, then smiled in amusement.
Rena strummed a few opening chords on her guitar, accompanied by the drummer, to signal that the band was starting their set. The singer shouted, “We are Pins and Needles and this is a song that we wrote about a very specific person!” a chorus of boo’s erupted from a small section of the audience. “Yeeeeah, that’s right! WE FUCKING HATE HIM!!!” The song began in earnest, with a heavy drum beat and prominent guitar.
“Dance with me!” Oliver shouted, extending his hand. Courtney eyed the floor in front of the stage. There were a few people bobbing in time to the music, but nobody dancing. It wasn’t dancing music. It was more like… jumping music.
Oliver noticed that she was biting her lip. “Nobody’s watching,” he promised, reaching for her hand and pulling her onto the dance floor.
It wasn’t quite the kind of music that it was possible to dance to, Courtney decided after a while, but Oliver didn’t seem to care. Nor did he appear to have any sense of the beat of the song. Courtney laughed, leaning in to ask in his ear, “How drunk are you?”
Oliver grabbed her and twirled her around, pulling her down into a dip. He shot her a cocky grin and answered, “Very.” He pulled her back up and she fell forward into his arms. She had the immediate instinct to pull away out of embarrassment, but she’d only pulled back about an inch before she stopped herself and leaned into him.
“I’m sorry about New Year’s,” he whispered in her ear as they swayed out of time to the very non-swayable music. Courtney nodded. “We can talk about it later,” he hiccupped.
“When you’re not drunk?” Courtney snickered.
“Exactly!” he laughed, and it was infectious. They swayed like that for a long while, laughing together, dancing slowly, in time to some song that was only in their heads and tuning out the band. Courtney locked eyes with Rena a few times, who shot her a triumphant look from her perch on the stage.
“Do you wanna go somewhere else?” she asked him after a bit of time had passed. He looked at her, his face surprised and a bit confused. “Not…” she stammered, “just to… just so we can talk. Get away from this noise.” His confusion evaporated and he nodded at her, smiling.
They waved good-bye to Rena, who could only nod in response while she was performing. Oliver wanted to say goodbye to Zach and his other friend, who were seated in the corner now with Sam.
“Leaving so soon?” Sam waggled her eyebrows at Courtney, making her blush. She patted Courtney on the shoulder as she leaned in and said to her, “we should get lunch sometime. And I’m actually serious, not drunk-friend serious. Oliver has my number, so just have him give it to you if you wanna hang, okay?”
Courtney smiled at her and nodded. Oliver turned to her and raised his eyebrows, silently asking if she was ready to go. She nodded and waved good-bye to the people at the table as they turned and headed back up the stairs.
“So,” Oliver began after they stepped outside. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet. “Where do you wanna go to talk?” he asked.
“Well, my dorm’s like two blocks that way,” she pointed in the direction of campus. “I was thinking we could go there.”
“But no funny business,” Oliver said seriously, beginning to walk.
Courtney blushed. “Maybe… maybe just not too much funny business.”
“Okay… what does that mean?”
Courtney stammered for a bit, trying to find the words to express what she meant without sounding like a complete fool. “I mean, uh… what we did… New Year’s… that was, um, pretty good.” She coughed a little, awkward cough.
“Ooooh, okay. I get it now. That sounds perfect.” He eyed her from the side, beaming.
Her insides started to come alight; she could feel the fire starting in her stomach. The fact that he seemed totally, 100% okay with going only so far… no, the fact that he was excited to go any distance, as defined by her… that made her feel valued. She wasn’t worried about Oliver pushing her to go further than she was comfortable with, and that was a wonderful feeling.
They reached her building and Courtney ushered him into her room. “So, your dad’s not gonna come knocking in the morning tomorrow if I need to sleep here, right?” he teased. She threw a pillow at him in response, which he caught. “Are you really looking to start that with me?” he raised an eyebrow.
She plopped down on the bed and shook her head in response. “It’s too late for that.” She yawned.
“Please don’t fall asleep on me,” Oliver whined, sitting next to her on the bed.
“I won’t,” she chuckled, laying her head in his lap. He combed her fingers through her hair and she closed her eyes at the pleasantness of the sensation.
“You liar,” he whispered after she’d laid still like that for a few moments.
Her eyes shot open and she made a face at him. “I’m just enjoying the moment.”
He looked down at her. “Might as well, because it seems like every time we have a good time together one of us screws up royally.” He frowned.
She sat up slowly. “I shouldn’t have just driven away,” she admitted.
“I shouldn’t have just bailed,” he countered.
“I guess we both fucked up, then.” She grimaced at him.
“Yeah, sounds like it.” Oliver chuckled and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “So, I’m sorry. And it sounds like you’re sorry. So we’re both sorry, right?” She nodded. “Okay. Are we okay now?” Courtney smiled and nodded as he caressed her cheek. “Good,” he said, grinning back at her.
She ducked her head a bit, coyly, and raised her eyes to look at him. His smile grew, and she let out a small giggle. He cleared his throat and looked around the room for a moment, focusing on seemingly everything but her. “Come here,” she sighed at last, grabbing his shirt and pulling him towards her. His mouth opened slightly in surprise, and Courtney took the opportunity to close the remaining distance between them.
She felt him smile through their kiss as he relaxed into her. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, and kissed her softly, taking his time. It was nice to not feel like they were in a rush to get anywhere, like it had often felt kissing Keegan.
Oliver kissed her slowly, gently, the same way he had on Christmas and New Year’s. It made her head spin, how soft his lips were, how she simply melted when he held her close like this. The embers that had been burning in her gut since they’d left the bar were growing hotter and hotter, and she could feel a little fire below her belly button.
He kissed his way along her jaw and down her neck, prompting her to whimper softly. She felt him smile against her skin again. He kissed his way back up to her lips. She met him with more ferocity this time. The fire in her groin had made her crave his kiss, his touch; she kissed him with a hunger now. He responded by moving his hands down her back a little more and pulling her even tighter against him. She leaned forward, pushing Oliver to lay back on the bed, and she crawled over top of him without pulling her mouth from his.
Eventually they grew exhausted. Courtney pulled away and laid her head on Oliver’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. She smiled as he stroked her hair. She looked at him, but his eyes were closed. She nuzzled in a little bit closer to him, wrapping her legs around his and closed her eyes. Her hand sought out his, and once she found it, their fingers twined together. They laid together like that as they both drifted off to sleep.
Even with his annoyingly busy schedule, Oliver still found time to hang out with Courtney. They spent a lot of time in the library together, Courtney with her reading and Oliver grading the papers and tests for the classes he was teaching. He wasn’t much help with Courtney’s homework, but she didn’t mind; it’s not like she even knew what biophysics was to begin with, and at this point she was too afraid to ask.
The pair settled into a comfortable rhythm, one where they were never alone together. Courtney was more comfortable with it like that. Still, she often found herself missing him, late at night: the warmth of his body next to hers, the feeling of his hand caressing her cheek, the softness of his mouth on hers. In these moments, she ached for his touch, and she would often drift off to sleep imagining he was there beside her.
The closest they got to being alone was when they saw Black Panther at the Cineplex downtown. They were one of two couples in the theatre, the movie having long overstayed its run here. She couldn’t pay attention to the movie. She found herself watching Oliver the whole time, observing how the muscles in his face moved and changed as he reacted to what was happening on the screen. She decided that she loved his smile most of all, and his laugh.
He caught her staring a few times, and she’d quickly turned away, her cheeks growing hot. She’d felt him chuckle to himself next to her, which only made her blush deepen.
“So,” Sam said over her salad at their first lunch date together, “what’s up with you and Oliver?”
Courtney smiled and looked down at her plate. “Oooh, I don’t know…”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam took a bite of her food. “Are you two together or not?”
“We haven’t really talked about it.”
“Then that’s a no.”
Courtney frowned. “We haven’t really had the chance to discuss it. We’re rarely ever alone…”
Sam’s brow furrowed. “But… don’t you have a single room…?” she stopped when she saw the uncomfortable look on Courtney’s face. “Oh. I see… you don’t want to be alone with him, do you?”
“I mean….” Courtney stammered, “I really, really, really like him, it’s just…” she trailed off and bit her lip.
Sam leaned in close and whispered, “Are you a virgin?” Courtney nodded. “It’s okay, no judgement.” She took another bite of her salad and thought a moment before she said, “Is it that you’re afraid he’ll want to go too far, too fast?”
“Yeah, kinda.” Courtney sighed. “My last boyfriend, he… he started getting really pissy when I wouldn’t sleep with him. I guess I’m just worried that if I say ‘no’ too many times Oliver won’t… won’t want to deal with it. With me.”
Sam put her fork down. She reached her hand across the table and placed it on top of Courtney’s. Courtney brought her eyes up to Sam’s and was surprised to see so much kindness there. “I get it,” she said, “and honestly, it makes sense. Guys are often assholes,” she shrugged. “But I don’t think Oliver’s that kind of an asshole. His only serious girlfriend fucked him up pretty hard, from what I’ve heard, and he hasn’t wanted to date anyone seriously since. Hearing the way he talks about you, though -”
“He talks about me?” Courtney squeaked.
Sam nodded. “He’s fucking crazy about you. It’d be even more fucking adorable if it weren’t so damn annoying.”
Courtney smiled to herself.
“If I were him, though, I’d be getting worried that you weren’t interested in me as more than a friend if I was trying to date you and you avoided being alone with me. So what I’m trying to say is this – if you want to be something more than friends, either show him you trust him enough to be alone with him, or tell him point-blank how you feel. Preferably both, though. Woman up and let him in, girl!”
Courtney bit her lip and changed to subject to a lighter topic. To her credit, Sam took the hint and didn’t press any further. The rest of their lunch was quite enjoyable, and they’d already made plans for the next one before they’d parted ways. Courtney was feeling triumphant, having crossed one item off her to-do list. Now she only needed a few more friends and she’d be set.
Later that day, as she was working on some reading for class, she was suddenly struck with the memory of her conversation with Sam. Let him in, girl! The words played over and over in her head, like a broken record. She let out an audible noise of frustration as she closed her textbook and picked up her phone to text Oliver.
“Not if you’re not 😂”
“Wanna come over 😁”
“Sure. Should I bring work to do?”
“Nah. Let’s watch something”
“So.. Netflix and chill? 😋 Jk 😂😂😂”
“Cool. See you around 6?”
“Can’t wait! 😄😄😄”
“Unfortunately, all I have is my laptop to watch on.” Courtney frowned as she placed it on the bed between Oliver and herself.
“Okay, night canceled,” Oliver joked. “I came for the Netflix, not the chill, sorry.” They both laughed and he put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him. “But there’s a perfectly good TV in the common room, why don’t we use that?”
“I was actually kinda hoping we could, um, have a bit more privacy tonight.” Courtney swallowed and bit her lip.
“Makes sense,” Oliver acknowledged. “I was starting to wonder if I’d dreamt our first few dates or what,” he said, half-serious.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just…”
“Hey,” Oliver sat up and cupped her cheek, setting butterflies loose in a flurry deep in her stomach. She looked at him as he said, “you don’t have to explain yourself to me, alright? We’re on your schedule here, not mine, remember? Whatever you’re comfortable with, that’s what we’ll do. Nothing more.”
She looked up at him with wide eyes, biting her lip. “You promise you won’t get sick of me if I don’t… don’t sleep with you? At least, right away?” she asked nervously.
Oliver chuckled and shook his head. “Is that what this has been about?” he asked. She nodded slowly. “I could never get sick of you, Courtney.”
She giggled involuntarily. “I’m sorry, I just… god, how are you so perfect?!”
“Didn’t you guess? I’m literally an angel who fell from Heaven,” he teased as he sat on the bed and pulled her back to him. “Now, what do you want to watch?”
She knew it was a joke, but she also wasn’t quite sure it wasn’t true, if she was being honest. It was truly strange, how amazing Oliver was. Amazing, and full of surprises.
“Our dear friend Oliver wrote this song for a very special someone because he’s a ridiculous fuck who likes to make grand romantic gestures.” From her seat near the stage, Courtney saw Oliver roll his eyes as the frontman of his band teased him. “And because he’s also a chicken he’s demanding that I sing it. So here’s a new song for y’all, it’s called One Life.”
“He even wrote you a song,” Sam said, dumbfounded, as the gentle opening chords wafted through the basement of the Duke. “That’s a whole other level. He’s crossing into mozzarella levels of cheese here; won’t be long until he reaches cheddar.”
Courtney laughed and said, “I think it’s sweet.”
“Have you two talked about it yet? What we talked about the other day?”
Courtney bit her lip and shook her head.
“Good God, he’s writing songs for you and you’re not even together! The absolute madman!”
Courtney shushed her so she could hear the song. She watched Oliver the whole time, and he looked over at her and smiled sheepishly a few times. The song was beautiful; by the end, she found herself humming along to the chorus. As the last notes dissipated, Courtney locked eyes with Oliver, and they both beamed at each other.
“Hmm,” the singer began, “I wonder who in the audience that song was for?” The crowd laughed, and a few people turned to look at Courtney. She didn’t care, or even notice. She was full of strange new feelings, something akin to wanting to cry from happiness. She’d never been a crier before. Never.
“Well, unfortunately, we still have about a whole fifteen minutes of our set left, so you lovebirds will have to wait.” The singer nodded to the drummer, who started to bang on the bass drum, signaling the start of another song. There were a few cheers from the audience; they clearly knew this one.
“Oooooh, this one’s my favorite!” Sam stood and stretched. “Dance with me!” she said, pulling Courtney out onto the floor. This music was more danceable than Rena’s band had been, Courtney noticed, and she and Sam laughed and danced together through the band’s final song of the night.
As soon as their set ended, Oliver hopped off the stage and ran to Courtney. He put his arm around her shoulder and asked, “What’d you think?”
Courtney opened her mouth to speak, but Sam began before she could say anything. “She thinks you need to set your damn expectations already, Oliver. Are you together or not?” She placed her hands on her hips and Courtney laughed nervously.
“Time to get Devon over here to take you home?” Oliver asked Sam.
Sam scowled. “Don’t talk to me about Devon,” she spat, slurring, “we’re not even a thing. Praise God for that one!” she picked up what was left of her drink and knocked it back in one gulp. “But I am outta here, my Uber’s outside.” She put her phone in her pocket and kissed Courtney on the cheek, then left with a final wave to them both.
After Oliver said his own good-byes, he and Courtney ascended the stairs together. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him as they emerged into the chilly night air. “So, your place or mine?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows playfully.
Courtney blushed. “So forward, sir! I thought you were a gentleman!” she teased.
“I can call you m’lady, if you really want,” he retorted.
Courtney made a face. “If you do I will literally never speak to you again. It’s the girl code.”
“Ah, I see. Well, Nacho really misses you, if that’s any incentive to come to my place.” He kissed the top of her head and she smiled to herself. “And I’ve missed you too, of course.”
Oliver’s place was a decently long walk from the Duke, and the night was cold, but neither of them seemed to mind. They laughed and joked together the whole way, stopping every so often for Oliver to pull her towards him and kiss her gently.
“What was that for?” she’d asked after the first time he’d done it.
He’d shrugged. “Just wanted to.”
And they’d kept walking.
He did it three more times before they reached his building, and each time Courtney wasn’t sure if she’d be able to stand up afterwards. He made her knees go weak and her heart flutter; she almost couldn’t bear the sensation.
Once they reached his apartment, Oliver collapsed on his bed and pulled Courtney on top of him. He held her in his arms, and after a while she checked to find that his eyes were closed. “Sleepy?” She asked, chuckling. He nodded in response. “You can’t fall asleep yet! You’ve barely even kissed me tonight!”
He opened one eye to look at her and smiled. “You’re right,” he said, “and it’s killing me.” He shifted slightly in his spot before adding, “but I’m so cozy…”
“How often do girls have wanted to kiss you when they’re on your Star Wars sheets? They’re super sexy,” she teased, referring to the comforter that Oliver slept with.
“Hmm… I can think of a few examples,” he said, sitting up. Courtney raised her eyebrows and he continued, “Well, three, to be exact. My mom, when she’d tuck me into bed every night as a kid, Aunt Liza, similarly, and now you.” Courtney laughed. “But you’re right, they’re not exactly a chick magnet. I better go get some new ones since I’m trying so hard to impress so many women in my bedroom,” he deadpanned.
“And how many women would that be?” Courtney squeaked.
Oliver started counting silently on his fingers. “Uh, maybe, hmm…” He put his hand down and smiled at her. “Just one, you goofball.”
Courtney laughed nervously. Dammit, now he’s going to think I’m jealous or something. “Can you blame me for being careful?” she squeaked.
A serious look crossed his face as he said, “No, I can’t.” Then his smile was back, almost as quickly as it had left.
He held her hand in his, tracing the lines on her palm with his fingers. She closed her eyes and smiled. She liked this. She really, really liked this. It was exciting and new and comfortable and familiar all at once, as any relationship should, right? Her eyes shot open as she realized she’d internally called this a relationship.
She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him. “Hey, Oliver?” she squeaked, “what… what are we?” She bit her lip. “Like, are we just… or are we.;.. I mean, I just don’t know and it would actually really hurt if you were really trying to impress other women and I just…” She cleared her throat, “…I don’t know if this is like that or… or what this is even like.”
“I mean, that’s really up to you, Courtney. I’m on your schedule here, remember?” Oliver shrugged. “My ultimate goal is long-term, but I’m cool with whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Courtney’s face grew hot, and she struggled to hide her growing smile as she stammered, “Well, I think I’d kind of like to be your girlfriend.” She brought her eyes up to his and he squeezed her hand.
Oliver beamed at her. “Consider it done.” He pulled her close to him and kissed her softly.
“Guess I won’t be needing to get new sheets after all, since I don’t have anyone else to impress,” he joked.
“Eh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” she teased in response, snuggling into him.
He laughed, “I’m not giving up my Star Wars sheets for you, no matter how much I love you.”
Courtney stiffened, and Oliver froze. He stammered for a long moment, trying to find a way to play that off with minimal damage. Finally, he sighed and said. “Well, guess that cat’s out of the bag.”
What does that mean?! He can’t possibly… this soon… he barely knows me! Courtney pulled away, and Oliver sat up and looked at her with concern on his face. After a moment, she whispered, “I think… I think I might need to go.”
His voice was strained as he pleaded, “Courtney, I -”
She exhaled. “I don’t know about you, but that was a big deal. I really think I should go home for the night. I just… I need to think.”
Oliver nodded as she pulled out her phone and called an Uber. “Sorry,” she whispered as she left him alone in his room.
A/N: Will they?! Won’t they?! FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON THE PETERS LEGACY, FOLKS!