26. Incognito
26
INCOGNITO
OLIVER
“Dolcezza mia, you are wrong, so monumentally wrong.” I open the exit door for her, and we walk through the lobby of the movie theatre. I catch up to her and thread my fingers through hers.
“I’m not wrong. That is the best movie Adam Sandler made.” She says, chewing one of the leftover strawberry Twizzlers.
I reach over and grab the Twizzlers hanging from her mouth. She’s wearing sparkly lip–gloss today, and it’s making her lips look so fucking shiny.
I lean over and plant a quick kiss on her lips. “Adam’s best movie is hands down ‘Big Daddy. ” I let go of her hands to walk backwards in front of her, waving my hands in the air like I just completed a mic drop moment.
She snorts. “It can’t be that one because it’s obviously ‘the wedding singer’. Hello? Drew Barrymore? Come on,” she says, throwing a Twizzler my way. I catch it in my mouth and we both celebrate. I slow down and snake my arm around her shoulder.
“Agree to disagree?” I say .
She moves those gorgeous lips from side to side, giving it a real thinking over, before kissing me on the cheek.“Can’t. I’m always right, something you should know very well by now.” She says, smiling at me through tight lips. I squeeze her hand, not even shocked by her response.
I shake my head. “God, it’s a good thing you’re beautiful,” I shrug. I just wanted an excuse to call her beautiful. She suddenly faces forward, her cheeks turning my favourite shade of pink.
Mallory and I have been secretly dating for the past few weeks. And in those weeks, I notice that even the tiniest compliment tinges her cheeks pink. I’m making a chart on the different shades of pink they go, and what I have to do to make them that shade. So far, the deepest pink she’s gotten has been when I ate her out.
When she thinks I’m not looking, she takes out her phone and checks her reflection in the camera. She’s an idiot for thinking I’m not looking at her – I’m always looking at her. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, why wouldn’t I spend all my time looking?
I move my arm down her side and plant it firmly on her waist, giving it a good squeeze.“I like this look on you.”
She shoots her head up and turns towards me right as I face forward, a big grin occupying my face. “You like it when I blush? Well, I’m glad my embarrassment amuses you,” she slides her phone into her back pocket, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Embarrassment? Nah, you blush when you’re confident.” I stop us from walking and snake my hands behind her waist, waffling them together behind her back. I plant a soft kiss on each of her cheeks, right in the middle of the blush I love so much. “You have some powerful rizz.” I say, which makes her laugh. Just another thing I love about her .
“Rizz?” She repeats, laughing, knitting her brows softly, snaking her hands around my neck.
“You know, the ability to flirt without speaking. Blushing is your rizz. You never blush as much for anyone else, so when I see it? Oh man, I’m a goner.” I say, leaning down to press a kiss to her jaw.
“Maybe I’m the one in trouble. You make me blush with all your rizz.” She twists my hair around her fingers, playing with the curlier strands at the nape of my neck.
“Aw Mallie, no need to boost my ego. It’s big enough. Like other things.” My smile turns into a menacing smirk. I totally did that on purpose. She pinches my arm.
I press my forehead against hers. “That’s my girl.” I lean in to kiss her, capturing her lips with mine. We break apart when we hear a familiar voice.
“Scooby–Doo is my idol, and I will not be influenced otherwise.”
Tommy.
Shit.
We look at each other, eyes wide as we frantically look for somewhere to hide.
There’s nowhere.
Mallory spins around on the spot, dropping the rest of the twizzlers on the floor.
“You need to hide!” I whisper.
“What would you like me to do, dumbass? Evaporate into the thin air?”
We’re still looking around when I hear them call my name, and in a moment of panic, I push her behind the convenience counter.
“ Well, well, well , if it isn’t Oliver–I–can’t–join–you–I–have–other–plans–Ashby.” Tommy, Shawn and Cory start circling me like vultures. They need to keep looking at me, because if any one of them looks to the side for even a second, they’ll see Mallory crouched on the floor, clutching the empty Twizzler packet to her chest.
“I did have plans. I watched a film.”
“By yourself?” Shawn arches an eyebrow.
Cory looks up at the screening board to see what film just finished. “You watched The Love Complex … by yourself?”
This is for Mallory. For your relationship,
“Yes, yes I did And?” I challenge myself, stepping closer to Cory. “Sometimes it’s good to have some me–time, bro.”
After what feels like an eternity of silence, Tommy finally nods, patting my shoulder. “I hear you bro. Gotta take care of yourself, you know?” I let out the breath I was holding.
“You wanna join us anyway? We’re about to go into Battle for Blood:Three .”
A horror movie with the guys, or go home to have sex with my girl? What a tough choice indeed.
“Can’t. Coach uh, needs me to go through some… stuff.” Shawn narrows his eyes at me. If he knows I'm bullshitting, he’s not saying anything. “See you guys later.”
I wave them off as they enter the screening room. I wait until the door slams closed, then I look towards Mallory, who’s doing a good impression of a deer in headlights. “That–was–way–too–close,” she says, taking a deep breath in between every word, like she just completed a marathon. I take her hands and help her off the floor, brushing the non existent dirt off her butt. I just wanted an excuse to touch her ass.
“Maybe we should just bite the bullet and just tell them. It’s not like they’re going to be mad at us,” she says.
“True, but they also won’t stop bugging us about it.”
“To be honest, I'm surprised they don’t already know, considering you showed up at my job the other day with flowers for me.”
I smile. “It was worth it. I wanted to make your day.”
I move my hands under her thighs and hoist her up, wrapping her legs around me.
“You did,” she said, kissing my jaw.
“You wanna make my day? You owe me.”
“Oh? And what did you have in mind?” She teases. I frantically wiggle my eyebrows at her. A laugh bursts from her lips as she nestles herself into the crook of my neck. “You’re such a goddamn dork,” she says,caressing my cheek. “I love it.”
I smile, leaning in to kiss her, running my hands through her curls.
“Fuck this, I can’t wait.” I kiss her, walking us to the nearest supply closet. I open the door, walking us in. Only when I shut the door does Mallory start unbuckling my belt. I move my lips down to her neck, peppering kisses along the way. I’m so lost in kissing her, in the feel of her skin, that I don’t even feel her touching my dick until it was positioned at her entrance. “I don’t have a–”
“I’m clean.”
“So am I. But I can pull out, if you want.”
“No need, I’m on the pill. Now kiss me.”
“So needy, Mallie baby.” I croon, kissing her lips as I push my way inside her.
Mallory masks her screams by biting my shoulder, whimpering into my skin as I pump inside her.
When I’m with Mallory, we are the only two people to exist. Not just when we have sex, but whenever I’m with her. She calms me in a way that I never knew I needed. The entire world falls away. Which sometimes isn’t a good thing.
Like now, where neither of us heard the door open. Or heard Tommy cough. We break away, but don’t turn in their direction. We kind of brought this upon ourselves, considering we chose to make out in the middle of the movie theater with our friends mere inches away.
“Looks like mommy and daddy are finally together, in every way. ” Tommy says, a shit–eating grin on his face.
“Dude get out!” I shout, just as Mallory speaks.
“Please never call us that again.” She says, still clinging to me like a koala while I try and pull out of her without the guys seeing my dick. I zip up my jeans as Mallory lowers herself from me, doing the same.
Shawn offers me a small smile. A real smile. “Happy for you man. For you both.”
“Please tell the girls. I don't wanna have to lie to J.” Cory pleads.
Mallory and I blink at each other. “Yeah, the girls already know,” she says. “They’ve known since the party.”
Cory gapes at us. “She told us that you wanted to talk to Ollie about something with Coach – oh, she is so dead.” He mutters, folding his arms across his chest.
“Should we expect loud, vigorous love making like these two,” Tommy angles his thumb towards Shawn, who looks genuinely offended.
“I don’t have loud sex.”
“You did last night.” Tommy retorts.
“No I didn't.”
I choose this moment to casually look over at Cory, whose face resembles a tomato.
“It was us. Sorry. " I say, squeezing Mallory’s waist when she goes to respond.
It wasn’t us.