It never ends

Oliver and I laid down next to each other staring up at the white flaked ceiling. The howl of the wind outside crashed against the glass. We weren’t too close, close enough we could hear each other clearly.

“What do you wanna know?” he asked in his thick british accent.

“I don’t know” I hadn’t really thought of any questions

“really” oliver said.

“yes really, okay umm name?”

“you already know my name”

“I mean your full name, for example, mine is skyler Indiana deveraux”

“Indiana?” oliver smirked.

“What you don’t like it?” I said feeling a little embarrassed.

“no,no,it’s cute” his comment made me smile.

“Okay so back to you, you never told me” I turned my head so I could see him, he was already looking at me.

“Why do you wanna know?”

“why are you stalling?”

“Oliver” he gave in “Oliver, scott sykes” he looked serious and amused.

“scott?” I tried holding back my laugh.

“What’s so funny?” he looked a little hurt it made me feel bad so I quickly said something.

“Nothing, it’s just ‘scott’ doesn’t fit you, I thought it would be something else”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know”.

There was a pause before oliver said something.

“you hear that?” he asked turning attention forward to the glass. He leaned up and looked out of it”

“no” I said getting up.

“exactly” oliver went over to a window and I followed him. “I think the storms over” he turned the locks and started to push the window up.

Oliver pushed the window up and his shirt lifted up slightly. I saw he had more tattoos at the bottom of his back. I wondered where else he had them.
. “I don’t think-“ I started but it was too late the snow flew into his face , his hair and clothes, everywhere and melted. I laughed and he let go of the window and it quickly shut. He turned around and his hair was damp and it looked like he was sweating, flakes of snow still drifted inside and stuck to him.

“I tried to tell you” I said giggling.

“At the last minute” he said trying to wipe the water off his arms. I took a step forward so I was directly in front of him. I lifted my arm up and dusted off some leftover snow Oliver missed. Even though he was just attacked by snow he was really warm.

Oliver just stood there watching me.

“What” I said moving my hand to his hand hair. There was barely anything but I was just looking for an excuse to feel it. It was softer than normal.

Suddenly, he grabbed my chin and pulled my head to up, forcing me to look in his eyes. Before I could perceive what he what he was doing, his pink, soft lips crashed down onto mine. My eyes stayed open for a while, completely shocked by his action and his eyes stayed open slightly too, looking into my eyes. When the kiss got deeper, he closed his eyes and as much as I didn't want it, I closed them too.

I tightened my hands into a fist and oliver grabbed my other one. He walked me backwards to the wall and pushed his body against mine leaving no room.

I didn’t question him or his flirting if that’s what he was even doing. I had come to terms with that fact that I like him. I don’t know if he likes me but this playing, flirting, taking me upstairs to a roof garden says he probably does. I don’t wanna ask and seem so in a hurry. But I wanna know. Why he’s kissing me and if he wants more. I can’t I don’t know.

But for now I’ll ignore that and just give in to right now. The feel of olivers lips on mine was heavenly .The contrast between the frozen window and his warm chest.

Our lips moved in sync. As the kiss got deeper Oliver tightened his grip on my waist and moved his lips to the side of my mouth ,my jaw then my neck. I felt a moan try to slip, I bit my lip to prevent it but it slipped out, I knew Oliver heard it because I felt him smile. My hands tightened as he pushed me harder against the wall.

I suddenly heard a ringing sound and oliver rested his forehead against mine. Out breaths were ragged and tangled. He took out his phone and slid the answer button. He brought the screen up to his ear and I heard a faint voice speak. The speaker talked for a while and oliver didn’t respond for a while until he was sure the guy was done.

“Now?” He asked, I thought I heard a little bit of annoyance in his voice. I saw him glance up at me when I looked at him he quickly moved his eyes.

Oliver huffed in frustration and hung up. He didn’t say anything.

“What happened” I said, my voice was a whisper, my head and chest was pounding. Oliver didn’t respond immediately. Why does he do that?

“Nothing” He said leaning back. He was frowning now.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“Yea, we have to go” he said letting go of my hand and starting for the door.

What?

“wait” I said rushing after him into the stairway. What just happened. If he was in a bad mood he didn’t have to take it out on me, at least tell me. Whatever that guy said on the phone must’ve upset him, I was curious but I didn’t wanna ask him again, I guess ill have to find out.

Notes

Sorry, i try to update every other day but i don't like to rush my story. I also realized i made alot of spelling errors in my past chapters. From now on i'll be checking. :)

Thanks for reading , i really appreciate it.