Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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We didn't say much on our walk in the rain.
And maybe that's what I've always liked so much about Ollie. He is a talker and finds security in a constant chat or to simply vocalize all his thoughts in a constant stream of humorous and genuine consciousness. But, for some unknown reason to me, when he's around me he's okay with being silent. Or perhaps he knows I appreciate what comes with silence.
Silence allows me to focus on my own thoughts, and not anyone else. I don't have to take in and mix others opinions with my own. Nothing gets muddled in translation, my thoughts are my own when there's silence.
Even now, as we walk, our shoes completely soaked from the puddles collecting on the old historic sidewalks and the rain drenching our clothes to our skin, we remain quiet. Not only, do I like silence but when it rains people disapear. They hide in search of refuge from the water. So, Ollie and I are left to walking the streets for what it feels like, alone. No pedestrians walking late at night, and no chances of photographer's.
A smirk pulls at my mouth at the thought, so I steal a quick glance up at Oliver walking next to me. His hat is still pulled down low and the rain drips quickly from the bill but he looks relaxed. He's soaked to the bone, but I can see it on his face. He hasn't felt this comfortable outside since our walk since The White Lion.
His green eyes catch mine gazing at him as we walk side by side, so he cocks a mischievous brow. "Hmm?"
My smirk breaks into a smile I hide by sucking my lower lip not wanting to interrupt the silence just yet, however the social butterfly who is Ollie has other ideas. "What is it? Why are you biting that lip?"
I can't help myself but giggle quietly, subconsciously licking the rain drops from my mouth. I say, "I think by the end of the night you're going to like the rain just as much as I do."
"I reckon you might be right." His impish smile spreads giving a hint to the wickedness going on inside his mind, I ignore everything starting to heat up inside and focus on my cold clothing clinging to my skin as I wonder around a deep puddle that's formed in the center of the uneven brick sidewalk. Ollie avoids the puddle as well, joining me back in the center of the sidewalk, this time grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers between mine. Making the heat I'd been trying to ignore climb a notch a higher.
Before I let my excitement run rampant I need an explanation for what that situation was back at the pub with Tally, so I gulp then ask, "Are you and Tally still...um, intimate together?"
Ollie snaps his gaze over to me and stops in his tracks gripping my hand that connects us tighter, "No. We are only good mates. We flirt on occasion, like just now, but that is as far as I allow it to go."
"And Tally? Does she want it to go further?" I believe him and feel the guilt build for her thinking he may be leading her on by the flirting.
