Off the Pitch

Chapter 22: Distractions

I felt a warm breath sweep across my face and opened my eyes. The light of the early sunrise broke through the crack of the curtains, casting a golden glow on Oliver's face. He was still sound asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly as he breathed. I planted a kiss on his jaw and felt him shift beneath me. 

"Good morning", I whispered. Oliver slowly opened his eyes, blocking the sunlight with his arm. 

"Morning", he smiled down at me. My heart skipped a bit as his eyes met mine, observing every inch of my face. "You look beautiful." 

"I'm pretty sure I look like a Troll, but thanks." I shifted my weight off of him, leaning onto my elbow. "I should probably go before Lewis or the others wake up." 

"I'm already up", a voice came from the bed next to Oliver's: "Thanks, Troll." 

My eyes widened and I looked at Oliver, who simply snorted and let his head fall back onto the pillow. "You can stay", he mouthed the words and teasingly eyed me up and down. I shook my head and grinned, but as I was about to get up, he grasped my wrist and pulled me closer to him, so that our noses were now almost touching. 

"I don't think you want to leave like that", he whispered into my ear. I glanced down and realized I was wearing nothing but my underwear. "I guess you're stuck with me." And with that, he placed his free hand on the back of my neck and kissed me, silencing the surprised moan that escaped my mouth. I quietly lifted my body back onto his and knelt over him, my legs at his sides. 

But the rustle of the sheets must have caught Lewis's attention. "Jeez, Wood", he groaned from somewhere behind the curtain: "At least wait until I'm out of the room or cast a fucking silencing charm." 

Oliver grinned again and shook his head as I reached for my wand. I raised my brows at him and he placed his finger in front of his mouth, gesturing me to say silent. He then flipped me down on the bed and kissed my lips, then my jawline, neck, collarbones... The risks and excitement of the situation felt arousing, the fear of getting caught making my heart race. 

I let out a slight moan when he moved even lower with the kisses, and he covered my mouth with his hand and gave me a teasing smirk. 

"Blimey! Are you deaf, Wood? 'Cause I'm fucking not!" Lewis snapped. 

Oliver laughed and collapsed next to me. He grinned at me sideways and I accio'd my clothes and quickly got dressed, then pecked him on the lips and slid open the curtain. 

"Sorry, Lewis", I smiled over my shoulder as I tiptoed over to the door; I received the two-fingered salute in return and grinned back at him. 

I nearly bumped into something orange as I stepped out of the room. 

"Fred!" I smiled, trying not to blush – as if that was any help. He eyed the door behind me and smirked. 

"Good morning", he raised his brows annoyingly: "Fell asleep?" 

"Mhm", I nodded, trying to get out of the situation as fast as possible. I jumped down and opened the door to my own dorm, only to find Angelina sitting on her ruffled bed sheets, wide awake. I stepped back into the stairway. 

"Fred?" 

"Mm?" 

"Where'd you come from?" 

The grin on his face said it all. I shook my head and returned to the dorm, closing the door behind me. Angelina looked at me embarrassed at first, but then her expression changed. 

Oh no. Here we go. 

"You never told us about Oliver", she lifted her brows: "Since when have you two been together?"