The Jealousy Game

The Jealousy Game

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in which Cali and Oliver do things in order to make the other one jealous. -- "let's play a game" Oliver suggested a look of mischief in his eyes, I narrowed my brown orbs at him. "what kind of game?" I questioned, turning around to look at him fully. "the jealousy game, it's easy we do things in order to make each other jealous who ever shows that they're jealous first loses." he shrugged, I chewed on my bottom lip in thought. when I looked back up at Oliver his eyes were trained on my lips, his orbs a shade darker I smirked this is going to be easy.
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