location: nic’s house
@nicolascasillas
If he hadn’t been so self-involved in trying to make himself feel emotionally stable, he’d feel better about the situation at hand. The home was absolutely lovely, Oliver couldn’t have felt more out of place in his life. At every second that moved by, the feeling of spilling red wine on the man’s expensive, custom linen furniture made him hysterical. How could he possibly keep his hands still at this rate? Being wined and dined was supposed to be intriguing, not overwhelming. But at the end of the day, his attraction to Nic wasn’t anything that he felt he couldn’t handle. Their evenings together were nice-- it was really filling his time up, where before, his free time had drastically increased. Too much so, really. Oliver kept no time in his schedule, if there was time to worry about something, the slot needed to be filled. Casually dating was weird, he came to understand. Not that anything about his former relationship was... normal.
Instead, his eyes were matched by the deep brown ones. He stood parallel to a master portrait of someone who seemed radically important; the frame itself most likely outweighed him and the man’s ego altogether. “I’m sure you’ve been told this before, but your home is beautiful,” He gave a hint of a grin, one that was evenly split across his cheeks as he lifted the red wine to his lips, staining them a bit pink. “Where do you think your inspiration for style comes from? Obviously you’re not one to shy away from what you want,” Oliver didn’t want his eyes to stray away from the man, but he couldn’t help it after letting his flirtation take over from him. “Don’t take that the wrong way, either,” He swallowed, feeling a wholeness in his throat. “I like a man who gets what he wants.”