Living with the Harringtons

We could change that

 Amaya felt a surge of mixed emotions as she watched the two of them together. It was somehow unsettling; Chloe had herself said to steer clear of Sebastian, yet here she was, dancing with him. However, Sebastian's gaze was unmistakably fixated on Amaya, his expression unreadable.

Amaya watched him as he moved: tall, elegant, and graceful. She hated it.

Oliver's hand lingered on her waist as he followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing when he recognized the figure. "You two close?" he asked, his expression darkening slightly.

"Huh?" Amaya turned back to Oliver, caught off guard by the question. "Who? Sebastian, you mean?" She shook her head. "No. We only live under the same roof. I just didn't expect him and Chloe together."

Oliver raised an eyebrow as they continued to circle the dance floor. "Just housemates," he muttered under his breath, his gaze briefly shifting to Sebastian and his dancing partner.

Amaya tried to focus on dancing, but something kept drawing her attention back to Sebastian and Chloe. Chloe, with her bright smile and animated gestures, hung around Sebastian's neck, laughing at something he said.

He didn't seem especially interested in Chloe's flirtatious attempts; his focus drifted toward Amaya instead. Amaya couldn't shake the feeling of unease creeping over her as Sebastian moved closer.

"You seem... distracted. Anything on your mind?" Oliver asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," she replied with a small, nervous laugh. "Just... getting used to the whole scene here."

Oliver's eyes studied her for a moment, as if he could see right through her. He smiled as they moved to the music. "How about a change of scenery then?" he said smoothly. His fingers brushed her hip before leading her out of the crowd.

She felt a wave of surprise and curiosity as he led her through the crowd. They passed another bar, and he spotted a bottle of unopened champagne.

"Care for a little celebration?" he asked, flashing her a mischievous grin before snatching the bottle from the counter. Amaya watched him, intrigued by his boldness. "Is this part of your expertise?"

"Eh, something like that," he replied smugly.

Oliver held onto her hand as he led the way up the crowded stairs. The place was bigger than she had anticipated, and they climbed three packed floors.

Finally, as they reached the top floor, the noise had died down a bit. Oliver pushed open the door to a spacious but dimly lit room. The air inside was thick with dust, and the only light came from the moon filtering through tall, arching windows. The space had a charm, as if frozen in time, with large couches and tables hiding silently under their sheets.

He leaned his back against the door as he popped the champagne. The cork burst open with a satisfying pop, and the liquid started to foam and spill slightly over the top. Oliver was quick to drink from the bottle, but some of the champagne dripped down his chin and jaw.

Amaya laughed as Oliver wiped his chin with the back of his hand, his grin widening. "Classic." He smiled, offering her the bottle. "Forgot to bring the glasses."

"You want to get me drunk already, huh?" she smirked, sitting on the edge of a table as she accepted the bottle. Taking a sip, she felt the bubbles tickling her mouth.

She took in the room around them. Standing up, she traced her fingers over the covered couch and made her way to the terrace door. Stepping out, she felt the cool night air embrace her. It was refreshing compared to the warm, crowded hall below.