As Oliver’s hand subtly departed from yours, he quickly reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. As the clock on the big screen television ticked, counting down from thirty seconds, he swift tapped all the girls in his contacts that he’d been talking to— every female number from his contacts.

When it came to new years, he showed you his phone screen and deleted all the numbers and blocked them with a proud grin on his face. Before having a chance to react, his hand slid subtly to your waist and pecked you lips softly. “Happy new years, baby.” Oliver snickered, pecking your forehead.