She couldn’t help but squeak as he lift her up, keeping her arms wrapped around him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. The scent of cologne and alcohol making her feel even more intoxicated than before. “My hero.” She mumbled, pulling her body closer to his. Despite the fact that she’d only just met him, she felt — safe. “I got another one.” She added, resting her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heart pounding rhythmically against his skin.
Oliver felt her lips brush over his neck before he saw it; felt the plump pouting of her mouth pressing against the pulsing beat of his jugular, and her head tucked neatly into the hollow dip between his shoulder and his chin. "Well, I try." Oliver mumbled, his blue-hued oculars flickering down to watch her intently. He couldn't help but smile at her declaration, preparing himself for another cheesy pick-up line. "Go on then, love, let's hear it." He encouraged as he tightened his arm around her waist, keeping her close to his torso as he walked and ignoring the looks they were attracting.















