Final Book in the Opulence Series!
♢♢♢
❝Forgive me❞
♢♢♢
After Nora left him, Oliver was sad and angry.
Then Charlie came back into his life.
Now he's sad, angry and confused.
♢ ♢ ♢
Oliver Scott. A name synonymous with entitlement. The golden child...
Slightly NSFW content ahead. Vote comment and show some loveeee because ya girl needs some tlc right now
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
As soon as their lips met, Oliver felt the highest he had ever felt. His mind was abuzz, unable to conjugate coherent thoughts. All he could register was Charlie. The warmth of him. The closeness.
They stumbled into the wall as they kissed, clumsy and urgent. Oliver's hands slipped under the hem of Charlie's shirt and tugged it upward, barely thinking before pulling it over his head. Charlie responded instantly, fingers tightening in Oliver's mahogany locks.
Then, suddenly, Charlie pulled back.
"Um," he said, nervous energy flickering across his face.
Oliver frowned, his confidence draining almost instantly. "Why did you stop?"
Self-consciousness rushed in, loud and unforgiving. Had he misread everything? Was he too much? Too eager? Did Charlie find him disgusting?
Charlie reached for his discarded shirt. "We're really drunk, Ol. I don't want you doing something you'll regret."
"I won't," Oliver said quickly.
Charlie shook his head. "You don't know that."
Before Charlie could pull the shirt on, Oliver stepped forward, stopping him. His hands settled at the back of Charlie's neck, warm and steady.
"I want this," Oliver said quietly.
Charlie hesitated. "Oliver..."
Instead of arguing, Oliver leaned in again, kissing him softly. Not rushed this time. He traced a slow path along Charlie's cheek, his jaw, his neck, repeating the truth like a promise. "I want this."
Charlie exhaled, the tension leaving him all at once. He kissed Oliver back, tentative at first, then deeper. Oliver's shirt was gone next, and Charlie's attention followed, mouth warm against Oliver's skin.
"Charlie," Oliver breathed, gripping the edge of the console table as his knees weakened.
Charlie felt like everything Oliver wasn't but wanted to be. Effortless. Unburdened. Untethered from rules and labels. He lived in the moment and didn't seem afraid of where it might take him.
They ended up on the bed without either of them remembering how. Oliver felt overwhelmed, floating, like he'd stepped into something inevitable.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
♢ ♢ ♢
Oliver lay staring at the ceiling, chest rising and falling as he tried to slow his breathing.
"I can't believe that just happened," Charlie said beside him.
Oliver turned his head, and without warning they both started laughing. Charlie tossed his shirt at him, and Oliver used it to wipe his chest.
