**OLIVER WEST**
Silence fell upon us as Heath cast a glance in Kieran's direction, looking somewhat tense.
Heath flexed his arm, and I reached my fingers to touch his arm and shoulders.
"So tough… very masculine. I like it."
Heath muttered low enough for only me: "You better buy me lunch after this, drama king just in case my pretty face gets disfigured,"
I started to respond when I felt a sudden presence behind me.
"What do you think you're doing, Ollie?" The cold voice rang and I nearly flinched.
This was the first time he was opening a conversation with me today, and his gaze was filled with irritation.
So touching Heath's muscles was all it took?
Hmph
What do we have here?
Faking my best innocent expression, I stared right back at him. "What am I doing? I'm just asking for his work out routine " I repeated, running the tip of my fingers across Heath's chest. "He's quite solid, I like it"
"Get. Your. Hands. Off." Kieran clenched out, scowling deeply at both of us.
