When Oliver, or Ollie as everyone called him, found out you'd agreed to spend the summer in his family's vacation house in Italy, he felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Not because you were his sister's best friend, though. That was the least of his concerns. It was more about the fact that he'd fucked up with you before.

There was this one time where he couldn't keep his mouth shut or his hands to himself. It wasn't clear whether he'd just ticked you off or if he'd genuinely made you hate him. It happened at his sister's eighteenth birthday party, and it definitely wasn't part of the plan.

Normally, Ollie was a cheerful and playful guy who got along with pretty much everyone. Except you. And that intrigued him. He had wanted to change your opinion of him. He was almost there, too, until he made one stupid mistake—kissing your sister.He regretted it deeply. He was drunk, and you two weren't even close, not even friends. But it still felt all kinds of wrong, and he wanted to apologize. Yet, you wouldn't even give him the time of day.

As he strolled along the deck by the lake where the house was situated, he spotted you, buried in a book as usual. He couldn't help but find it cute. "What're you reading, Moody?" he asked, coming to a stop next to you.