If Heaven were on Earth

Nikki"s POV

Oli's lips press roughly against mine, nipping and sucking on my already swollen lips. I gasp for breath as he moves his lips to my neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin, making me groan and press myself even closer to him. Oli's hands begin to hover over my hips, running up and down my thighs and waist.

I suck in a quick breath and pull away, feeling Oli's 'excitement' against my inner thigh, reminding me of how far we were beginning to take things. I pant and scoot further away from him, attempting to catch my breath and calm my pulsating blood.

Oliver's eyes roam over my form: going from my body and up to my messy hair and swollen lips. He quickly grabs a pillow to place over his lap as he moves a bit closer to me, remaining hesitant as if not to startle me. I bite my bottom lip nervously and take my trembling diners through my tangled hair.

"I'm sorry, love. I didn't want to take things to far," he whispers quietly, leaning closer to me, and I let him.

I turn my body towards him, shuffling so our lips are a breath apart, "you didn't," I mumble.

And just as our lips are about to touch a door slams downstairs, and once again, Andy's shout rattles through the house.

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