43. COLD LUST.

OLLIE’S POV. A sound I knew. A sound I’d felt against my own skin. My throat went dry as heat prickled under my collar, despite the cold air. A thousand thoughts collided with anger, confusion and that ugly sting of something I didn’t want to name. Benny’s hand slid lower, his mouth trailing toward her neck. “Benny!” Her voice cracked through the hallway like a whip. She shoved him, hard, her palm flashing before it connected with his cheek. The sound echoed off the walls. “You’re insane!” she shouted, her voice shaking with rage. Then, before I could even blink, her knee came up fast. He doubled over with a strangled groan. “Mia!” he wheezed. “What makes you think I wanna have sex with you?” she snapped with fire blazing in her eyes. My eyes widened. Wait. What? I should’ve moved forward, stopped it right there but my body locked in place. Shock rooted me to the spot. Benny’s voice came out hoarse, desperate. “You kissed me first! Did you forget that day? Isn’t that what y