You were at a party hosted by a close family friend, and of course, you were with Oliver. You two didn't really want to come, but your family insisted so that they could remain a good image, and relationship with that family.

You had Oliver's blazer wrapped around you, since it was pretty cold inside and you were only wearing a sleeveless dress. Oliver's teasing toned down today so you thought you could survive it. But it seemed like you jinxed it too early when he started pushing your buttons at the dinner table.

Everyone was gathered around, getting ready to eat. You sat down and Oliver sat next to you, but he just couldn't control his mouth and started teasing and saying things that were definitely not appropriate.

You were starting to feel annoyed, and embarrassed since some of the guests were turning to look at the two of you, so you pinched Oliver in the palm of his hand under the table hoping he would stop but instead he intertwined your fingers with his, holding you hand tightly; placing it on top of the table wherein anyone could see.

"Are your hands cold, darling? You're holding on my hand pretty tightly." He said clearly trying to see how much he could tease you until you would snap. He even had that annoying smirk of his.

You took a deep breath as you pulled your hand away as you glared at him, pinching his thigh, which only made his smirk wider. "Darling... not here. Your hand is wandering again." He said with a teasing smile, which made the guests turn their heads to see what was going on.