And realized, the blush still on my face as we stepped out into a familiar living room, this was the worst possible place to bring Oliver after the conversation we'd just had. Especially considering the girls continued to remind me with their own desires how deeply affected I was by his presence.
Dear elements, I just had to bring him to see my ex in that state of mind, didn't I? And while no one else may have felt the awkwardness, I was acutely aware of the dull heat inside me at the brief touch of Oliver's hand on my shoulder even as the man who'd once shared my bed and my life observed the intimate exchange.
Intimate to me, anyway. Surely the brush of the soldier's fingers on my t-shirt appeared like a casual accident to someone outside our previous conversation? From the tightness around Quaid's eyes, that was far from the case. Which stirred my irritation and cleared my head. Bless him for being a jealous jerk when he didn't have the right.