Chapter 61

“What was that?” Hannah asked, frowning at the look on Ollie’s face.

“Nothing,” he said, quickly putting his phone away.

Hannah cocked an eyebrow and set down her dumbbells. They were mid-workout and the gym was busy, and she’d been showing him the proper form for basic curls and then been doing a set next to him. He’d finished his and then checked his phone while she pushed through a couple more, and then that look had happened.

“It’s obviously not nothing,” Hannah said. Then she snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Did April send you something naughty?”

“No,” Ollie said, but the look on his face told April that she was getting close.

Her head had been all kinds of fucked up since Saturday. Well, ‘fucked up’ might have been a bit much, but she’d been distracted. And sexually frustrated.

Ollie, officially, had a giant dick. And was now probably more sexually experienced than she was, considering he’d had two threesomes. April was gorgeous and perfect for him. Zara was exactly as hot as she would have expected a model to be. Hell, Margot had pranced around naked in front of him, and Hannah still had a weird suspicion about that but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Hannah wanted Ollie.

For a while, that Sunday, she’d beaten herself up about it. It was just jealousy - it had to be. It had always been Hannah and Ollie, Ollie and Hannah. Two opposite peas in the same pod. She’d been able to handle when Margot entered his life; she was sweet, and cool, and feisty. And, Hannah guiltily realised as she thought things through, Margot was way hotter than Ollie. He wasn’t in her league. Their friendship didn’t threaten Hannah’s deep relationship with Ollie as her person.