Chapter 23

• Megan didn’t speak to Oliver for three days, but they texted every now and then. Oliver primarily initiated the conversations, but Megan didn’t mind. She wondered if he thought she was obsessed or desperate since she was the one always starting the conversations. She tried to keep the topic off her thirst for him and talked about the startup instead. Oliver’s enthusiasm for the idea was incredibly attractive, especially when he invited her over for dinner to discuss it in depth.
• Megan met him at his place, and Oliver opened the door looking like a relaxed version of walking sex. His hair was wild, his dark flannel shirt undone, and his jeans were so thin and torn they were probably about two decades old. It was the total opposite of Megan’s cords and cashmere ensemble.
• “Fuck, did you want to go out?” Oliver started buttoning his shirt. “We can go out. Just let me put everything away.”