Page 108 of Butterfly

Please.

Please.

Please.

“Fine,” Ollie snapped. “But he’d want to help.”

Teddy’s expression said,I know. Trust me.

Ollie gritted his teeth. “Teddy…”

Please trust me.

“How can I?”

Please.

“Okay,” Ollie said softly. “I don’t even know what I’m agreeing to trust you about, but fine. I trust you with whatever it is.”

Teddy collapsed back in his chair with his eyes shut, letting all the air out of his lungs like the weight of the world had just been lifted from him.

“But I don’t trust you with my heart, not anymore.”

Teddy cried silently at that, and Ollie couldn’t look at him.

They didn’t talk for the rest of the session. Ollie spent it glaring at Teddy, then looking away confused, only to glare again. It hurt to love and hate someone at the same time.

A bell chimed behind Ollie.

People started saying their goodbyes, and an officer unlocked the gate for the prisoners to go through.

Teddy got to his feet. He hovered in the same way he had when he’d first come in, but this time, Ollie took a deep breath and got to his feet too. He fixed his gaze on Teddy’s broad chest before Teddy cupped his face and tilted his chin up until they were eye to eye.

“Fuck,” Ollie mumbled, barely moving his lips.

It wasn’t fair.

The way Teddy was looking at him wasn’t fair.

It was all those nonsense words he heard in his head.

The butterflies Ollie thought had died started fluttering around his chest, and his heart ached. It ached so much he wanted to reach inside and squeeze it until it stopped.

“But you pushed me away again.”

Teddy stroked his thumb over Ollie’s lips before leaning down to kiss him. It only took two soft, chaste pecks for Ollie to part his lips and let Teddy kiss him deeper. Teddy vibrated with a pleased rumble, slipping his arm around Ollie’s back as he dragged him impossibly closer. He crushed Ollie to his chest and swept his tongue inside Ollie’s mouth, letting out content sighs from his nose.

Ollie’s eyes slid shut, and he brushed his tongue back, breath catching in his throat. He melted into the kiss, sighing at the taste of Teddy, and the warmth of his mouth.

An officer said Teddy’s name, and Teddy shifted his mouth to let out another rumble from his throat. This one wasn’t in pleasure; it was a warning, a deep growling sound from his chest.

Ollie remembered what that meant.

His stomach flipped.

It meant back the fuck away.

They weren’t forced apart. Teddy kissed him again and slipped his hand beneath Ollie’s shirt to touch his back. It was Ollie’s turn to let out a soft sound of enjoyment. Teddy’s palm stroked up and down his back as they continued to kiss. Teddy didn’t rush it. He took his time, nipping Ollie’s lips, licking over his mouth, sucking the skin of Ollie’s neck until he groaned and clung on to Teddy.

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