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.

"Nah. She's fully aware of where I stand."

"And...where is that exactly?" I ask. He smirks and continues walking from his sudden stop.

"You're being rather forward this evening." We walk side by side linked by our hands while I wait nervously for an answer.

I have no idea what any of this means for myself or for Ollie, this is all new territory for me. This is me stepping out without a map, intructions, or a compass, it's safe to say I have no clue what I'm doing.

"You know where I stand. I reckon we've been friends long enough, Murry. I want to be more than that."

Oh God

I know he wants me to make a comment but my thoughts are whirling and whirling around after what he just said.

What happens if we don't work out? What does that mean for his family, what does this mean for me? What will that mean publicly? Saying yes to him is saying yes to being in a fishbowl.

"Why don't you say what you're thinking so we can figure it out together?" He asks.

My lips fold between my teeth and I glance to his hand interlaced with mine, "I think I want to keep what ever this is a secret."

"A secret?"

"I don't want your life or the attention of it. And I don't want to lose your family if something happens. But I think I want you?"

Before I know it I'm pressed against a stone wall with my heart in my chest going a million miles an hour and Ollie's arms caging me in, "You think or you know?" He has an impish smirk twisting at the corner of his mouth, confirming he knows exactly what I mean.

I look to his parted mouth then snap my eyes back up apprehensive about the fact I want to kiss him.

The rain falls heavily and loudly around us, we're entirely drenched and completely alone on the side walk. I push off from the wall and rise up to the tip of my toes and plant a kiss onto him. His lips are cold just like mine and wet from the rain so I suck on his bottom lip to drink down the water. His tongue slides into my mouth and we stand there in the rain kissing without being afraid.

Kissing him is amazing. My overanalyzing brain has left for the night and I simply just react to him. My hands, my lips, and my tongue reacting and acting on their own accord. He tastes amazing and feels even better, his movements sucking the air from my lungs making it nearly impossible to breath so I end up gasping between the kisses shamelessly making out with him on this empty sidewalk in the rain.

"Stay at my place tonight?" He asks pulling away only to leave me wanting more.

"I can't stay at your place." I say falling back to my heels and finally get a breath in, trying to hide the fact he has me completely breathless.

"Why not?" He asks half laughing and pulls me back to him by the curve of my back and begins sucking and nibbling just under my ear.

"Because, Maggie and Ty and..." A moan begins to build in my throat as sparks sizzle down my spine from him kissing my neck, "And your parents will want to know where I spent the night."

"Right, you want it a secret. That's fair, I'll come to your room, then."

Oh.

My belly as well as other parts of me flutters with excitement and nerves.

I did want him in my room, but I'm still nervous about it. I nearly caved into him in Cornwall several times, scratch that... I did cave into him and scared the crap out of him when I had read the situation wrong.

"Come on, Murry. Stop overthinking." He says giving my lips a quick peck and then turns pulling me behind him by our tangled hands.

🦋🦋

We sneak inside Jane and George's house like we're teenagers again, giggling silently and moving quickly to the shadows. The house is dark, but a light on down the hall tells us George is still awake working, so Ollie keeps hold of my hand and we go to the stairs and silently creep up the steps. We pass his door and we tread the third flight of stairs, going to my room.

I sleep in a tiny twin bed? Why are going to my room?

My tidy room is just as I left it, my bed is made and my things are in order, "Why are we going to my roo-."

His lips crash into mine interrupting any thought or other words I may have been saying. My hands lift to his neck and then venture into his wet hair feeling his hat has been removed so I drop my hands quickly and grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. He aids me and finishes the job dropping the soaked shirt to the floor, then reaches for mine and pulls it off.

Ollie steps forward, guiding me backwards to where I know my bed is but stops before the bed when my fingers start to undue the button on his jeans. His green eyes drop to my hands unzipping the zipper, his eyes dark and blazing with pleased eagerness, surely matching what mine are reflecting.

"This too?" He asks dipping his index finger under the shoulder strap of my bra.

My heart picks up pace but I'm being fueled by this excitement and love that my poisonous thoughts have taken a back seat tonight. So I turn and pull my hair to one side allowing him to unclip the back of the bra.

The tips of his fingers brush the skin of my shoulder lightly and trail down leaving goosebumps as he goes. He removes the eye hooks and I let the bra fall to the floor to join his shirt. He's had his hand down my pants and his fingers touching me between my legs but some how this feels more intimate, like I'm exposing more of myself to him.

With Jeremy I tended to keep my bra on, just because it deterred him from touching my breasts. I knew that women usually got pleasure there, but I didn't like it so I was sure to always keep it on.

Instead of turning around Ollie comes up behind me and presses his warm lips against the side of my neck causing my head to fall heavily to the side. His hand clamps gently on the front of my neck and his lips continue down the curve of my shoulder, lighting off even more sparks.

I can't control myself when I turn and begin kissing him again. The sound of this pants and dropping to the floor make the hairs stand on end, but we're moving so fast I don't have time to process it, and thank god for that.

Ollie shoves the white skirt down then lifts and carries me to the bed, somehow not smashing me when he lands over me on the tiny mattress all the while connected by our lips and tongues. His knee spreads my thighs and he nestles in, pressing himself against the center of me.

I turn disconnecting from the kiss needing to catch my breath, but he doesn't let up on his assault and now plants wet lingering kisses down my neck and onto my collarbones. When his lips drop lower my hands grip into his hair to pull him back up to me to avoid the unwanted attention on my breasts, but my hands fall from his hair and I melt like butter into the mattress when he takes my nipple into his mouth.

Within seconds, I feel my panties are soaked. And I'm throbbing everywhere just from what he's doing with his tongue.

Is this what this is supposed to feel like?

It never felt like this when Jeremy tried to touch or please me. Everything he did wasn't done because he wasn't skilled or anything it was just different. His touch made me shrivel and tense all over. He never did anything bad or hurt me in anyway, I guess my body reacted differently towards him.

Ollie's mouth moves from the tip of my breast down, kissing the underside of it, and plants his lips down my torso until he gets between my legs. I watch him completely intoxicated by his actions and half expect him to ask me what he is allowed to do next, but he doesn't.

He grips my hips with both hands and lifts them up while pulling the straps of my underwear down and off my legs. His arms return and wrap around my upper thighs and keeps his eyes pinned to mine when his mouth drops to my center and begins to swirl his tongue around.

"Oh my..." I trail off unable to form the next word. My back involuntarily arches and my legs close on his head on accident.

"Keep your legs open." His express of air as he chuckles even sends the tingles off. I open my legs back up and let my eyes roll back into my head when he begins again.

This is fucking heaven.

Why have I not let anyone do this?

I'm never going to let this man leave this spot between my legs.

The quivering and convulsions come out of nowhere. Leaving me in a mess of moans and curse words that I didn't even know were in my vocabulary.

"So you liked that then?" Ollie climbs up, planting his lips onto mine messily. It's incredibly shocking tasting myself on his mouth but I'm still lost in the clouds of what I had just felt.

"Can we do that again?" I finally ask still unable to move or cover myself.

Ollie bites onto his bottom lip and lets his eyes fall down my naked body, "We've got four hours to do that as much as you'd like."

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Oooooh yes Murry! Lol

Hi everyone! Sorry for the lack of update (but I updated 5 days ago, so don't hate me too much) lol I got wrapped up in my other story haha

Dont forget Ollie goes to italy in the morning!

After what are your thoughts? Do you think Murry gave in too easy after the tally thing?

Let me know!