After the first initial shock of Ollie's lips colliding with mine I want to do nothing but smack him in the face.

My itching palm lifts from the fisted material on his shirt-clad chest and every intention of mine is to zing it across his face. But, his full lips stretch tight into a grin against my betraying mouth. My lips are moving against his, despite my will and my lifted hand is pulled up and placed back behind his neck by a hand of his own before I have a chance to slap it across his cheek.

His lips are soft and I cant escape the feeling of how good they feel pressed against my own. Everything feels good...too good.

"Ollie?" I protest because this is all so wrong. His tongue slides passed my mumbling lips and teases the tip of my tongue with a flick that sends a bolt of energy from the base of my neck down to my toes.

"Just stop overthinking, Muriel." He drops gripping the backs of my legs and lifts me from the ground. My legs wrap tightly around his waist, but just as quick as I'm perched to his waist Ollie loses his footing in the damp grass and falls to his butt. Leaving me straddling his lap with my knees in the mud and grass as well as one of my hands.

Although, he's fallen he doesn't falter in his kiss, and for a moment I wonder if this was planned because now his hands are on my hips playing with the sensitive peeking skin above my sleep shorts.

"Shit, Muriel." His hands lift under the bottom of my shirt leaving goosebumps as he moves them around inching more and more towards my breasts.

My brain fogs from his intoxicating woodsy scent and the space between my legs heats and flutters when the tips of his fingers brush the underside of my breasts forcing a trembling whimper from my lips into his.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He replies back into my open mouth.

Again my body works against me and melts against him like puddy, while my hands twist into his hair and pull him harder against me by his neck.

I've never been this turned on in my life. Not ever. But with hands teasing the boundaries of our inappropriate touching and his soft yet aggressive mouth controlling mine the only thought that's coherent enough to understand is more. I want more. A lot more.

For once I want to throw control to the wind and just embrace this feeling of wild untamed courage. It's exhilarating, thrilling, and empowering being touched and kissed the way Ollie is touching me. I've not come close to feeling this good not even with Jeremy.

Oh my goodness, Jeremy? What am I doing?

I rip my lips and cover them with a hand gazing wide-eyed and horrified at Ollie beneath me and what I just allowed to happen. "Oh my God, Ollie? Why did you do that?"

"Wait, Murry, don't over think-." He reaches for me but I shove off from him to keep out of his reach and spin on my booted heel.

"This is bad. So bad Oliver. How could you do that?" I bark angry I crumbled to his whims so easily. "And I let you, God! I'm such an idiot!" I stomp quickly through the damp grass back towards the large house.

"Hold on, this is nothing to be afraid of. We are both adults now. We're perfectly permitted to kiss-." I quicken my pace to get the heck away from him and his sweet tempting mouth.

"No, no we are not." I quip back and glance at him from over my shoulder. "This is far from okay. I have Jeremy to consider-"

Ollie smirks loudly behind me. I twist around to see a self-satisfied smile spread across his face, "Technically speaking you two are broken up so you don't have to consider anyone elses feelings besides your own. And by the way you kissed me back I reckon you rather enjoyed that."

He is not going to talk to me like he can read my mind. He's got me figured out, sure, but I'm not going to let him know it.

"No, Oliver. This is not happening. Not ever again, and frankly, we're going to pretend that kiss didn't happen altogether." I point a finger at him to put him in his place.

He half laughs finding me hilarious, "No. I've been more than patient. I kissed you and you returned it. You're going to have to deal with it."

"Ollie! I can't deal with anything right now! You are going to go back to London tomorrow and you are going to disappear for another five years while I figure out what to do with my life. I don't need you here confusing me when I'm already having a hard enough time figuring out what I'm supposed to do."

For a second he looks as if he might cave, but he just smirks and shakes his head, "I'm done pretending, Murry. I can't do it anymore especially not after that."

"No. I say no, so that means no. I'm older so you're going to listen to me, Oliver Thomas."

He steps up to me forcing me to step back and slightly stumble, glaring down with his head bowed over mine, "And I'm bigger. I'll respect your decision for now, but I'm not going back to London."

A flicker of fear flashes slightly but is fleeting when he cracks a crooked smile only inches from my face.

He would find this humorous. He doesn't take anything serious. He doesn't even care what our actions have just done. The line has been crossed and we can't ever go back.

I can't undue it, no matter how hard I try. I won't ever be able to forget the way his full lips moved against mine or the way they taste. How the smell I've always loved of pine and woods engulfed me and filled my lungs and for a moment made me feel like I was exactly in the right place at the right time, despite the mess and disarray of my life.

I throw my hands his face, "Ugh, fine."

"Fine." He shrugs his shoulders still smiling that irritating handsome smile.

I stomp off gritting my teeth together highly aware of him and his stupid chuckling behind me as we both head back to the manor.

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Woah that escalated quickly

This is not a slow burn and it doesn't take long for Murry to come around.

Let me know what you think about these two?