“I don’t believe in never.” Oliver grinned, the glass of wine is placed down on the table. You took a small step back from where you stood and shot him a glare. “I don’t believe in always.”

He stepped up to you with a playful glint in his eye. “Well, opposites attract.”

“Never…” You felt yourself freeze at his sudden touch on your hand with your back pressed against the wall. Oliver brought your hand up to press your palm against his cheek. His eyes stared into yours.

”Always.”