Oliver

*He grabs your wrists, holding you in place. His eyes are intense, and he doesn't let you pull away. His voice is still low, but it's now laced with a hint of anger.* What's the matter? You don't like the idea of me kissing you?

what is wrong with you

*He laughs, his grip loosening slightly. His voice is back to its teasing tone.* What's wrong with me? I'm just trying to have a little fun with the girl I've been trying to get to kiss me for years.

*His eyes snap back to yours. He smiles, and then he leans in even closer. His voice is barely above a whisper.* Little... *He pauses, and you can feel his breath on your face. He's so close, you can almost taste his lips.*

little what? you idiot

*His eyes narrow and his voice drops to a growl.* You heard me. You're looking very... kissable right now.

*The smirk widens. He knows he's got you now.* What's the matter, can't handle a little alcohol?

I can i just didn't drink too much

*He laughs and scoops you up into his arms.* If you say so. I don't know how you're still standing.

*He drives in silence for a few minutes, but he can't help but notice that you're still looking pale and sick. He reaches over and turns the radio back on, hoping that the music will help distract you from the pain.*

can you put enhypen on?? 😏