A Betting Game

17. Got me all hot and bothered.

Olivia's P.O.V:

I didn't really think about this.

As the rough lips of Carlson Bennett crushed against mine, and not moments later his soggy tongue forced its way into my mouth, I realised just how much I had fucked up.

How was it possible to feel so repulsed by someone who only months before, I had spent every day with - be that drinking or just causing antisocial issues within our area. Somehow, I had gone from being the worlds biggest rebel, to someone who just wanted to sleep all the time, maybe thrash someone at Mario kart once every other day.

Besides me, I could practically hear Nathan deflate, as if he were a balloon and I had just pricked him with a needle.

Gently, I shoved Bennett's chest so that he was forced away from me, my eyes half closing as I frowned.

Shaking my head slightly, I sighed. "I told you it was finished," I said firmly, nodding at the boy in front of me. He was easily over six foot, and loomed above me almost as much as Nathan did. Yet, unlike the boy besides me, Bennett wasn't soft featured, or compassionate.

He was selfish, and cold, and... everything that broke me.

"Why exactly are you here, then?" He asked after watching me in silence for a moment. Glancing at Nathan, I watched him study Bennett, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched unnaturally tight. "Because let's be honest; you aren't gonna be here for Brit,"

"No," I spoke with caution, pretending to be oblivious to the hardness of the guy in front of me, who's brown eyes had filled with blame in a matter of seconds. "I wanted to ask if anyone knew where Kin was,"

Shaking his head, Bennett walked back into the house.

"Go fuck yourself, Olivia,"

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Nathan's P.O.V:

Even in my debatably sober state, I failed to understand how me, Logan and Olivia had all crammed ourselves into the pod beneath the children's slide in order to hide from the crisp night air.

Once Loge had passed out, me and Olivia had continued to drink in silence, both pressed against each other and away from the boy who was currently sprawled out with his face pressed against the side of the box.

Olivia's body radiated a comfortable heat, and her head leaned slightly against my shoulder. Even in the small box with only one entrance below us that we could survey easily using the street lights, although pitch black where we were, it was definitely cold.

"Tonight didn't go quite as I thought it would," She whispered quietly, although not because she was afraid of waking Logan.

He was going to be out cold for at least another six or so hours, regardless of how loud or quiet it was here.

"It was different," I supplied, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her into me. She sipped at her bottle, and stayed silent. "Hey... were you going to push curly away even if I wasn't there?" Referring to the giant that she had gone to visit earlier.

For a moment she was silent, and I heard her move besides me.

"Nathan," She said, taking my head in her hands clumsily. "I know we aren't officially together, and for the moment I'd like it to stay that way..." Biting my lip, I continued to listen to what  she had to say. "But, I'm not playing you, and never think I am,"

"Olivia..." I murmured, before feeling her lips gently brush across my own. Her breath mixed with mine as she kept her lips barely touching mine, forcing an unstoppable growl to be heard from the back of my throat.

She stopped moving, and I felt her lips quirk upwards.

"What," She breathed, her tongue hardly touching my lips, but definitely touching them. "Was that?"

"I'm sorry," I muttered as I pushed myself forwards so that our parted lips crashed together, my teeth grazing her bottom lip. The kiss was passionate, and desperate, and maybe even slightly drunk; but it took my breath away.

This girl made me asthmatic.

"Lies," Olivia whispered the word as she moved her lips from my mouth, gently covering my jaw with butterfly kisses and dancing them down my neck.

My whole body felt heated and desperate, and with one strong thought, realisation hit me.

I wanted her.

Maybe not here, or right now; but with the bet out of the window, I knew that's what I wanted.

What I needed, if I could go as far as to put it that way.

"Olivia..." Her name rolled of my tongue like a sweet desert, setting my skin on fire with each touch. Feeling her move, and then a weight above me, it was clear that she was now sat on my upper thighs.

She continued to dance kisses along my collar bone, before tracing them back up to my lips, pressing down firmly on them.

When she finally pulled away, we were both out of breath, and I was most definitely feeling hot and bothered.

Damn you, hormones.

Pressing her forehead against my own, we stayed that way for a while, not speaking but just regaining as much oxygen as we could.

Logan let out a muffled snore, which vibrated against the painted wood which surrounded us, causing me and Olivia both to laugh quietly.

The amount of heat which now radiated around the room was insane.

"You taste like vodka and cinnamon," I stated, my hair wrapping around a lock of her hair and holding it in an almost possessive way. "I wish I tasted like that,"

"Yeah, me too," She sighed, holding back a stifled giggle. "Your boy taste is icky,"

I raised an eyebrow, knowing that she couldn't see it in the dark. "You weren't complaining too much..."

"Well," I knew Olivia was blushing without seeing her. "That's true... Yeah, I got nothing against that,"

"Didn't think so," I whispered, giving her one final kiss on the lips. Grabbing my lower lip with her teeth, her laugh vibrated against my skin, making it tickle. 

With her weight on me, I squirmed slightly as she let go of my lip.

"Hey, Olivia, do you think you could..." I started, sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck as I stuttered slightly. "Maybe move off my, uh, crotch..."

With a slight yelp, the small girl slid back so that she was on my legs rather than anything else. It made me feel much less awkward, and definitely less bothered.

"Sorry," She said quietly, and I could imagine her large green eyes looking away from me as her face filled with colour.

Where had that confident, sassy girl from the hall gone?

As soon as we would kiss, she would just crawl away into her hole, and become... A girl.

Well that's gross.

Either way; she totally had me whipped.

Author's note:

Lol I tried.

<3