Page 78 of Antidote

Dropping to my knees, I hug his waist and bury my face into his abs. “Ollie—” My voice breaks. “I’d do anything for you. I will do anything for you. I’m going to tell him. We Are. Together.”

“Say you swear,” Ollie whispers.

My fingers dig into his back and I breathe him in. “On my fucking life,” I assure him. “I swear it.”

Ollie drops to his knees too, and he grabs my face. I whimper when his fingers dig into my jaw, but then his lips press to mine softly, and I forget about the pain. “I love you,” he whispers. “More than anything.”

“I love you, baby,” I reply, my hands cupping the back of his head as I pull him in for another kiss.

And that’s the thing—I really fucking do. And I know if there’s any chance of a future with him, we really need to tell our dad.

It’s going to be a disaster.

The water is hot as it trails down my back, and I scrub myself quickly as I try not to take forever. I have a date with Ollie here in a little while, and as I shower, trying to get the sweat off me from hockey practice, I wonder how the hell I’m going to wait for him without looking suspicious.

Being the genius that I am, I told him he should come here after practice, and we could skate. It’s been a long time since we’ve done so, and I miss it. I just didn’t account for the entire hockey team to be asking me to go eat with them. Now I look weird as fuck every time I have to reject them. I can tell they’re wondering what’s going on because of the way they look at me, and I usually always go. So I just shrugged and told them I had a date with my boyfriend. It seemed to do the trick.

Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself as fast as possible and wrap the towel around my waist, then join the rest of the guys by the lockers. My hands shake as I open my locker and pull out a pair of gray sweatpants, then put them on. I pull on a pair of socks, and instead of putting my shoes on, I grab my skates again. My friends all give me funny looks as I sit on a bench and lace up, but surprisingly, no one questions it. Not my friends, anyway.

“Where you going, Hartman?” Dylan asks me. “You’re not coming to the burger place with us?”

“Nah.” I shrug, trying to get my heart rate to slow down. “I’m staying back. Have to meet Oliver.”

“You’re meeting him here?” Dylan frowns, looking down at my skates as if confused. “Why?”

I square my shoulders and raise my chin. Maybe if I make myself look bigger, they won’t fuck with me. “He’s my boyfriend. I can wait for him wherever I want. Oliver Scott is mine.”

Dylan raises his hands up in defeat, “You’re right. My bad.”

I finish lacing up and glance at Connor, whose lips are set in a wide smile. He starts to laugh. “Oh, fuck, Hunter.” I grin too. “This is just too good.”

“Fuck off,” I tell him playfully.

I sit back down on the bench and wait for everyone to leave, then pull out my phone.

Hunter

You almost here?

Ollie

Here.

I get up from the bench and make my way back to the ice, tightening and loosening my hands at my sides. I don’t know why I’m suddenly so nervous, but as I see Ollie skating circles on the ice, all of my worries melt away. He’s here, and he’s mine. He’s here for me, with me. I’m not sure how I managed to get so lucky, but I’m not complaining.

Walking toward the rink, I stop to admire him right before getting on the ice. I just lean against the glass and watch him. The way he gracefully skates then shreds the ice as he stops like a hockey player. I taught him to do that, and it makes my heart swell in my chest because we’ve had a lot of firsts together. I’ve taught him many things, and he’s taught me a good bit in return.

“You always show off like this when you skate?” I ask him with a grin, then get on the ice and all but run toward him.

“Only when I’m with you.” He’s not facing me, though I can still tell he’s smiling. When he turns around, my heart nearly stops in my chest from how pretty he is, with his ruffled hair falling over his forehead. “You always half naked when you skate?”

I frown, “I’m wearing clothes.”

“No jacket.”

“I don’t need one, Ollie.” I laugh, skating up to him and wrapping my hands around his waist. “I live on the ice. I’m practically Elsa.”

“You’ve always been obsessed with that movie.” Ollie chuckles. “It’s kind of cute.”

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