"What bet?" Oscar asks raising an eyebrow.
"Nothing, Ty and Sash did a stupid bet. They're incredible, they're worse than my brothers!" I exclaim making him chuckle.
"You know you're going to end up telling me, right?", he says smiling down at me.
"Oscar, it's stupid, and you don't want to know", I say looking away from him.
"Do you realize you just made it more interesting?", he says bending over me, I try to enlarge the space between us but instead I end up trapped beneath him. "Start talking, sweetheart", he demands.
"You can't make me", I say daringly at him.
"You sure about that?", he asks confidently making me swallow on dryness. He smiles at my reaction and puts his lips against my ear. "I know all your secrets", he whispers making me shiver.
I stay still, so he moves his hand to my waist. "Oscar, don't", I say, already knowing he's about to tickle me.
"Then start talking", he insists with a wicked smile. I don't look at him when I try to push him off me, but he's stronger than me and pins both my hands above my head. He starts tickling my stomach and I try hard not to laugh. I squirm to avoid his touch but he seems to be everywhere.
"OK, ok! I give up!", I say laughing. He gets off me and sits where he was earlier. I sit up too, looking at him with uncertainty. "You're not gonna like it", I warn.
"Just tell me already!", he says impatiently though still with a smile.
"Fine!", I mutter irritated. "They did a bet over when we were getting back together." As soon as I say that I question why on earth I didn't lie, then again, Oscar knows when I'm lying and when I'm not.
His smile disappears and his gaze darkens. "When are we getting back together, Cat?", he asks in a hard voice. I look away not wanting to meet is accusing eyes.
"Oscar...", I protest but he cuts me off.
"No, listen to me. You think you can just do this, don't you? You think that you can say we're over just like that but 'oh, wait, we can still be friends', don't you, Cat?", he says bitterly. "That everything will be as it was", he mutters at the end.
I look down in shame. "We can stop talking if you want", I say shyly, tears threatening to make an appearance.
"You know that's not what I mean", he sighs and his expression softens. "You wanted time, I just want to know how much longer I have to wait", he says and I look up, meeting his sorry puppy eyes, "and for you not to act like everything is ok, like you didn't practically break my heart", he says, and I know he regrets saying those painful last words, but they're true.
I look down, my eyes flooding with tears. I see them fall to the fabric of the sofa, turning it a darker shade. "Cat I didn't mean that", he says, his voice full of regret. "Kitty look at me", he says cupping my face and trying to make me look at him. "Please", he begs and I give in. His eyes prove sorrow and are also wet. "Kitty", he whispers stroking my ear.
I close my eyes against his hand and when I open them again I find him smiling softly at me, I return the gesture and before I know it he is leaning in to kiss me. Flashbacks of this morning come rushing to my mind, but before I can let it happen again I look down.
"I'm sorry", I whisper to him hoping he heard it, before I stand up and run towards the stairs, towards my flat.
"Cat, wait!", Oscar screams running after me.
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Free yet trapped
Romance"Just tell me already!", he says impatiently though still with a smile. "Fine!", I mutter irritated. "They did a bet over when we were getting back together." As soon as I say that I question why on earth I didn't lie, then again, Oscar knows when...
