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So, naturally, I have a few more confessions to make.
Confession #1: I came up with what I thought would be the perfect plan to keep my relationship with Ollie a secret—pretend to get back together with John!
Confession #2: It backfired. A lot.
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From Confessions of an Undercover Girlfriend.....
I don't remember him coming in, I really don't. But that doesn’t mean I'm going to complain when I wake up wrapped in Ollie's arms, pressed against his chest in a warm embrace.
I stay there, hitting my snooze button, just enjoying this simple moment that I never in my wildest dreams ever thought would actually happen. Okay…maybe in my wildest dreams. Because, well, yeah I've certainly imagined this moment a million times. I've imagined it so much that I already have the scene perfected, easily recalled in my mind. Oliver McDonough, my impossible crush, lulls me from a deep slumber by whispering morning, beautiful into my ear before pulling me against his chest where I melt into his passionate kiss, jolting alive in a single second as his touch rouses me more efficiently than any cup of coffee ever could.
At least, that's how I always pictured it.
But, this is real life.
So when I finally find the strength to shift in his arms, turning to face him, I don't find Oliver McDonough, suave seducer of my dreams. I find Ollie, passed out with drool dribbling down his cheek as a teeny-tiny snore escapes his lips.
But you know what?
It's better. A million times better.
Because it's real.
Grinning like an idiot, I lift my palm to his cheek, running my thumb over his skin, drinking him in as my fingers make their way to his thick, dark hair.
"Mhmm," he murmurs.
"Morning," I whisper.
He smiles lazily, still keeping his eyes closed. "It’s too early to be morning."
"Not for those of us who have to get to their office by 8:45 a.m."
"I hate corporate America," he grumbles, pulling me closer and tightening his hold. "Screw the man. I don't want you to leave."
"You know, when you said you'd show me the advantages of having you as a roommate and a boyfriend, imprisonment wasn't really what I had in mind," I tease.
Ollie finally opens his eyes, grinning. "But you were so adorable last night in your drunken stupor, I just couldn't wake you—literally. I tried. Twice."
I shove him playfully. "Blame your sister for that."
"She always has been your bad influence."
"So how'd I end up with the secret affair?"
Ollie leans in, kissing my neck. "Because I'm an even worse influence."
I don't remember him coming in, I really don't. But that doesn’t mean I'm going to complain when I wake up wrapped in Ollie's arms, pressed against his chest in a warm embrace.
I stay there, hitting my snooze button, just enjoying this simple moment that I never in my wildest dreams ever thought would actually happen. Okay…maybe in my wildest dreams. Because, well, yeah I've certainly imagined this moment a million times. I've imagined it so much that I already have the scene perfected, easily recalled in my mind. Oliver McDonough, my impossible crush, lulls me from a deep slumber by whispering morning, beautiful into my ear before pulling me against his chest where I melt into his passionate kiss, jolting alive in a single second as his touch rouses me more efficiently than any cup of coffee ever could.
At least, that's how I always pictured it.
But, this is real life.
So when I finally find the strength to shift in his arms, turning to face him, I don't find Oliver McDonough, suave seducer of my dreams. I find Ollie, passed out with drool dribbling down his cheek as a teeny-tiny snore escapes his lips.
But you know what?
It's better. A million times better.
Because it's real.
Grinning like an idiot, I lift my palm to his cheek, running my thumb over his skin, drinking him in as my fingers make their way to his thick, dark hair.
"Mhmm," he murmurs.
"Morning," I whisper.
He smiles lazily, still keeping his eyes closed. "It’s too early to be morning."
"Not for those of us who have to get to their office by 8:45 a.m."
"I hate corporate America," he grumbles, pulling me closer and tightening his hold. "Screw the man. I don't want you to leave."
"You know, when you said you'd show me the advantages of having you as a roommate and a boyfriend, imprisonment wasn't really what I had in mind," I tease.
Ollie finally opens his eyes, grinning. "But you were so adorable last night in your drunken stupor, I just couldn't wake you—literally. I tried. Twice."
I shove him playfully. "Blame your sister for that."
"She always has been your bad influence."
"So how'd I end up with the secret affair?"
Ollie leans in, kissing my neck. "Because I'm an even worse influence."
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