Olegie [NSB]

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Oliver's POV

I woke up feeling restless. The clock on my phone read 2:15 AM. My mind had been racing all night, thoughts of Reggie swirling in my head like a storm I couldn't escape. It didn't help that I could hear the faint sound of the shower running down the hall. It was Reggie. It had to be.

I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and trying to shake off the mix of emotions building inside me. I thought I was over him, but no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept pulling me back. It was like I was caught in an endless loop, and each time I thought I'd broken free, there he was again — lingering, tempting, confusing.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and headed down the hallway. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, steam escaping into the hallway. My heart raced as I took a deep breath and pushed the door open just enough to peek inside.

There he was.

Reggie stood under the spray of hot water, his back to me, water cascading down his toned body. My breath hitched. He looked so good, so painfully good. I tried to pull myself together, but the heat of the moment and the heat from the steam clouded my judgment.

I couldn't stop myself. I stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment. He hadn't noticed me yet. His hands ran through his hair as the water slid over his skin, and I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to be close to him again.

"Oliver." His voice cut through the sound of the water.

I froze. He hadn't even turned around, but he knew I was there.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone low, teasing almost.

I took a few steps forward, my heart pounding in my chest. "I couldn't sleep," I admitted, my voice rough, heavy with something I couldn't quite name. "And I guess I... I just... needed to see you."

He turned then, the sight of him hitting me like a punch to the gut. His wet hair clung to his forehead, droplets of water trickling down his bare chest. The way his eyes locked onto mine — intense, knowing — sent a shiver down my spine.

"Needed to see me?" Reggie smirked, taking a step toward me, his gaze never leaving mine. "Or needed something else?"

I swallowed hard, the space between us shrinking. "You know what I mean, Reggie."

He stopped right in front of me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against my bare arm, sending electricity through my veins. "You're still thinking about me, aren't you? Still can't get me out of your head..."

"Shut up," I whispered, my voice shaking with the weight of everything I'd been trying to deny. I closed the distance between us, grabbing him by the waist, pulling him against me.

Reggie let out a soft gasp, his hands immediately finding my chest, sliding down my abs as he looked up at me, biting his lip. "You missed this, didn't you?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. Instead, I crashed my lips against his, the kiss desperate, filled with every bit of frustration, longing, and confusion I'd been bottling up for weeks.

He moaned into the kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as he pressed his body against mine, the wet heat of the shower only making everything more intense. My hands slid down his back, fingers digging into his skin as I pulled him impossibly closer, our bodies aligning in a way that felt so natural, so right — but also so dangerous.

Reggie pulled back, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathing hard. "Oliver, we can't keep doing this."

"I know," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "But I can't stop."

His eyes searched mine, and for a moment, I saw the same struggle in his gaze, the same war between what we wanted and what we knew was best. But then, he leaned in again, his lips ghosting over my jawline, moving down to my neck, his teeth grazing the skin. "Then don't stop."

His words sent a shudder through me, and before I knew it, I had him pressed against the cold tile wall of the shower, my lips on his neck, my hands exploring his body like I was trying to memorize every inch of him. The heat between us was undeniable, the air thick with everything unsaid, everything unresolved.

"Reggie..." I whispered against his skin, my voice cracking with the weight of it all. "I think—"

"Don't," he cut me off, his fingers gripping my hair, pulling me back to look into his eyes. "Don't say anything. Not tonight."

I swallowed the words I was dying to say, the truth that had been burning a hole in my chest for far too long. Instead, I kissed him again, letting the weight of my emotions pour into the kiss. He responded just as eagerly, his body moving against mine in a rhythm we both knew too well.

But even as our bodies collided, as the steam enveloped us and the water poured down like rain, I knew that this — whatever it was — wasn't enough. It never would be. Because no matter how much we tried to deny it, the truth was always there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting to drown us both.

And as much as I wanted to lose myself in him, I knew that when morning came, the questions, the heartache, and the unfinished business would still be there — waiting.

I shot up from bed. The old memory of us sneaking around playing in my head again. He should not live this rent-free in my head. Maybe giving him a second chance was not a good idea after all. There is still so much pain from never being the first choice. Maybe I should have never stepped onto that balcony with him. There is still so much that we have to resolve.

How are we going to tell the rest of the boys? How are we going to tell the fans? Are they going to put it together that he was cheating on Vanessa with me? What would Vanessa say? What would Ty say?

There are so many unresolved endings and parts where this would not end well for us, but there is something in me still pushing me to talk to him. There is still that little light at the end of the tunnel, which takes me back to what it was like sneaking around with him. All the hidden kisses and stolen glances between each other.

If only things could have been normal from the start. Maybe the memories are trying to remind me of what the fun parts were like.

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