Grab me by my ankles
I've been flying for too long
Oh dear, Olive thought, catching herself as her train of thought was derailed. He was just so... cute. She hadn't been sure they'd meet again after the island - if he'd even wanted to. They both hadn't been very good at the whole "being assertive" thing, caught up in enjoying each other and - for Oli at least - the buzz of comfortable attraction; then Shaman had done its usual Shaman-thing, and they'd been home. Now there he was, looking just as adorable and being just as sweet as she remembered. Was it any wonder she felt the need to hug him? He pulled away and Olive smiled as she met his gaze, pleased when his hand stayed lightly at her elbow.
A low chuckle followed his comment about the tavern. "Always, I swear it feels like I never get a chance to breathe. But I suppose I can't complain too much, busy is always good."
She cocked her head to the side, curls sliding down one cheek, as he hesitated, putting his hands behind his back. Oh dear. Olive melted, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. She didn't want to be overly familiar, even if her fingers itched every time he made that adorably uncomfortable face.
Then her mouth opened into a little "o" of surprise, trying to catch her breath as her heart picked up several notches. He was asking her out. He was asking her out! He even made sure to say it. He said it!
"That's Olive for I'd love to," said one of the barmaids to Grayson, winking her sparkling light blue eyes in Olive's direction. Olive recovered her senses, flashing a bright grin with dimples on full display as she nodded.
"Exactly!" Olive said with a laugh, blushing. She reached out to squeeze one of Grayson's hands. "I'd love to go, I'm so happy you asked! When is it?"
Already her mind flicked through her wardrobe, pairing items into potential outfits. She had plenty of dresses respectable enough for a wedding, but this wasn't just a wedding. Best to flaunt the figure just a little she had while she still could, after all.
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