The Story Of An Anonymous Girl ✔

Chapter 35

OLIVER

Holy fucking shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What did I just say? Shit. Fuck. Why did I go batshit crazy when she said 'Okay, Sir'? Why was I reminded of Mia reading and making me read Fifty Shades Of Grey? Why did I say all of that to her? Why didn't I stay calm? Why did I burst out? Why did I zone out, staring at her? Mia is still staring at me.

All of a sudden, she takes the blanket off both of us and straddles my lap.

"What if I want to kiss you too, Oliver?" She asks, her voice dropping by a few octaves.

I freeze in my place and stare at Mia for a moment to see if she really wants to or not.

I see her pupils dilating, so I reply seductively, "Then kiss me, Mia."

She leans in and pecks me on the lips innumerable times.

I can't hold back now. I tilt my head forward and cup her face while smashing her lips with mine. She tastes of Mia and cheese - which is moreish. I kiss her hard with zeal, and our eyes flutter shut. A soft, relieved breath leaves her lips as she kisses me back equally passionately - like the she-devil; our lips move against another in sync. I lose myself in her sweet, addictive taste as she melts into me. Her hands fist into my shirt, around my abs. My left hand moves to her waist while the other threads through her hair, pulling her farther into me. I groan as she tugs my hair hard. She kisses me like there's no tomorrow. I am thankful that we are sitting on the couch; otherwise, I would have dropped her because of my jelly legs.

She denies me entry, tilting her head to the other side and trapping my bottom lip between hers as she lightly nips and sucks. Husky grunts fill the air as my hands grip her ass and pick her up, so she's on her knees and can't feel my massive erection. She gasps and moans, and I use the opportunity to stick my tongue into her. I lick everywhere, eager to take what I want. My tongue traces the roof of her mouth as she moans exquisitely. Our kiss turns feverish, and her hand moves to dig into my hair further, pulling me in deeper.

I pull away reluctantly and say, "Mia, we should stop, or I won't be able to control myself." I should have kissed her before, spent my every last breath savouring her taste and feeling her soft lips on mine.

She pecks my lips once more and says, "Okay. I am going to sleep. You coming?" For some reason, the question seems like a sexual innuendo coming from her swollen reddish pink lips.

"Yeah." I turn the lights off and move towards my bedroom with her.

I want to ask her out on a date. But what if she doesn't want to? She just kissed you, dumbass. Just ask her, Oliver.

"CanItakeyououtonadate, Mia?" I asked quickly.

"What?"

I take a deep breath and ask again, "Can I take you out on a date, Mia?"

"I think you can, but you may not." She replies, smirking.

"I groan and ask, "Mia Thompson, may I take you out on a date?"

"Yes, you may."

"Thank you, Ms Thompson. Be ready tomorrow evening at seven."

"Okay, Mr Anderson. Good Night."

"Good Night, Ms Thompson."

We enter my bedroom, and I turn on the bedside lamp without turning the lights on. Mia moves towards the bed and slips under the duvet. I follow suit.

"A penny for your thoughts, Ms Thompson?" I ask as I see her musing over something.

"If I wasn't going to be raped, would we be friends?" She asks, rolling over to her side, facing me.

"I don't know." I reply simply because I actually don't know.

"Why were you lying this morning?"

"When did I lie to you, Mia?"

"When I asked you about what you were going to say before Mr Carson interrupted us."

"I didn't lie, Mia." I say, trying not to rub my neck.

"You are lying again, Oliver."

"How do you know that?"

"Your lips. They are always down turned when you lie."

"Ugh. Fuck it. Why do you have to be so observant?" I groan and ask.

"Well, I have had a major crush on you for more than a year."

"What the hell? Why didn't you say something?" I whisper yell, not wanting to wake Noah up.

"What would have I said, Oliver? That I like you and please go out with me?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything, Mia."

"What if you didn't want to go out with me?" She whispers.

"Why would you think that, Mia?" I ask, cupping her face.

"Look at me. I love junk food. I cannot go on a diet for the life of me. I have baby fat on my face and stomach. I am not sexy at all."

"I think all the boners I've gotten because of you should prove that statement wrong." I say, trying to make light of the moment.

"You have a very filthy mouth, Mr Anderson." She says, giggling.

"And there's my favourite sound in the entire world." I say, smiling and staring at her.

She bites her lip in response to my stare, and I say, "Don't do that, Mia."

"Why not?" She asks, smirking. She is such a tease. She knows the effect she has on me, yet she chooses to tantalise, tempt and torment me.

"I think you know why not." I reply, tugging on her earlobe with my teeth. I hear her breath hitch, and it's my turn to smirk now.

"Back to my question, why did you lie?" She asks, changing the subject swiftly.

"Well...Iwasgoingtoaskyouout."

"Mr Anderson, I am afraid I don't understand gibberish."

"I was going to ask you out."

"Then why didn't you?"

"Same reason as yours. I was scared. What if you rejected me? You wouldn't talk to me then. Or if you did talk, it would be awkward, cringey and unwieldy. I don't have enough adjectives to describe it. Being friends is way better than being rejected. At least I would get to talk to you."

"Then you understand my dilemma as well, Oliver."

"I do, Mia." I do because I know the feeling of getting rejected very well. My parents repudiated me. It is the most dreadful feeling. I hear Mia yawning and snap out of my thoughts.

"Let's sleep, shall we, Ms Thompson?" I ask, turning the bedside lamp off.

"We shall, Mr Anderson." She replies, giggling, and I drift off.

I wake up in the morning and see Mia snuggled up in my chest. I brush the stray hair away from her face and tuck them behind her ear. I decide to get up and take a shower make some breakfast for Noah, Mia and myself.

I slip off the duvet as quietly as possible to not wake Mia up and go to the bathroom after taking out a fresh pair of black gym shorts and grey boxers from my closet. I decide to skip the tee since I'll be home the entire day.