o-0-o-0-o Hello everyone. This is my first time posting a Smallville fic and I hope it will be enjoyed. I wrote a huge portion of this story (many chapters) over a year ago lol and then a bunch of stuff came up and I had no time to write and thought I had lost what I had already written. It turns out I didn't lose the stuff I'd written lol I just saved it in a folder I never look at. What I had decided that I wanted to do was basically my own version of the episodes from Warrior and on. I pretty much stick with what happened in the episodes, so don't be surprised when you see dialogue from the show. I add A LOT more to what happened, basically what was going on in everyone's heads and what I had envisioned going down offscreen. Things will stick with the episodes from season 9 til pretty much the end of that season. There will come a point when I go completely my own way, though. I really love Chloe and Oliver and I was enthralled watching them. I really hope you'll enjoy this story about them. Also, if anyone is a fan of Chloe and Clark- I adore their friendship and there will be quite a bit of non-romantic Chloe and Clark throughout the story. Lois, Davis, Bart, Dinah, Victor, A.C., Tess, John, Emil, Lana, Moira Sullivan, Jimmy will either be mentioned or a part of the story in some way, some characters a lot more than others. If you're all still interested, here we go I hope you'll enjoy this first chapter. Please leave me a review and let me know what you think. It's the only way I know if I should keep posting o-0-o-0-o
She had walked into the Watchtower, not expecting any company. She wasn't really in the chattiest of moods. A very good-looking man had made her smile a little bit today and then he turned out to be a pre-pubescent boy. Oh and before he actually became his normal pre-pubescent self again, he'd basically tried to kill her. Yeah, it had been an interesting day to say the least. It had definitely left her thinking.
She didn't know that Oliver was going to be there, though he'd definitely been hanging around the Watchtower more often lately. They'd seen a lot more of each other recently than they had in the past. They'd had plenty of contact for a few years, they were co-workers and friends, but there was definitely more actual face-to-face time recently. She wasn't feeling chatty, but she didn't feel like sending him away, either. He was actually pretty good to have around.
Chloe walked through the doors and was greeted with an arrow flying towards its target. It definitely brought her out of her own thoughts. "Slow night?" she asked him.
"Figured I'd squeeze in some target practice and a single malt," he answered.
Chloe laughed a bit on the inside. "Did you bring enough for the rest of the class?" What the hell, she could chat a bit.
"Help yourself Professor. Running a little light on allegory tonight. Bumpy day?" he questioned.
"Not the smoothest," she admitted. "Someone asked me when the last time I had a goodtime was and I didn't have an answer," she told him, referring to what the cute guy/pre-pubescent boy had asked her earlier.
"I don't think anyone can fault you for being on edge, Chloe. If anyone can relate it's me. I get it."
"Yeah you can," she said.
"You know, sometimes you gotta take your fun where you can get it, and sometimes its right in front of your face; you just have to want to see it," he said, turning to her.
She looked back at him.
"Come on," he said, motioning her over to him.
She put down her drink and walked over to him. He held out the crossbow to her and she took it, but he didn't let go completely. His hand over hers, his other hand sliding up her arm.
Oh- uh...
"How do I know when to let go?" she asked quietly.
"It's all about your heart," he answered as he moved his hand across her arm towards her other small hand. "Just listen, Right there in between the beats."
Chloe turned slightly and looked at his fingers over hers. Still touching. Oh my...
"That's when you let go," he had said.
Chloe took a breath and she did let go.
Those were the last words spoken between the two for awhile.
She'd shot the arrow and pretty much hit the bulls-eye. Chloe had a grin on her face, one that Oliver returned with a little something extra in it... Something was about to happen. They both knew it. What the hell was happening? Chloe bit her lip and shook her head. I can't do this.
She turned to leave, but Oliver was in front of her before she'd moved very far. He shook his head at her and took her hand, telling her not to leave without actually speaking.
Chloe looked once again at his hand on hers, and that was it. She didn't care, not tonight. She took her hand out of his and walked to the door. Before Oliver had the chance to tell her to stay, she shut the doors, but didn't walk out of them. She walked back to Oliver and didn't say a word.
She just looked him in the eye and after about five seconds, his lips were smashing down onto hers and clothes began to fly off not long after that.
It was intense but not violent. It was beautiful but not wholesome. It was amazing, but scary too. It was right but it was wrong. It was so many things, unexpected probably being somewhere near the top of that list. Chloe and Oliver were lost in each other. Who knows how long they would have gone at it, they wouldn't find out that night.
After awhile, one of Chloe's alarms went off, signalling that one of the team members was trying to get in touch with her. Chloe practically jumped away from Oliver at the sound of the alarm.
"Oh my- wow. I, I... We- okay," she mumbled, finally really thinking about what she and Oliver just did.
She found that she couldn't meet his eyes. She'd just had sex with Oliver Queen. She'd just slept with her friend and co-worker- her very good looking friend and co-worker.
The alarm sounded again. Speaking of co-workers, she needed to check on the one who was calling her. She grabbed her skirt and shirt off the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with Oliver, and make her way over to the computer as fast as possible. She typed in a quick password and spoke. "You've got Watchtower, what's up Impulse? Chloe said, trying to sound normal.
"Beautiful Watchtower boss lady," Bart started and Chloe couldn't help but laugh. "We got the target, it's all good."
"I knew it would be," Chloe answered him, sliding into her skirt. "You got it covered," she said, pouring herself some water.
"You sound out of breath, gorgeous. What's going on?" he asked, which made Chloe spit out her water.
"Umm, gotta go. Everything's fine. Talk to you tomorrow," Chloe said, trying to end the conversation, while partially putting her top back on.
"Ooooh, now I get why you didn't answer right away," Bart said with a little chuckle.
"Oh please shut up," she practically begged. Oliver could hear the whole thing and she saw that he had a bit of a smile on his face
"When are you going to see that you should be with me," Bart asked light-heartedly as Chloe opened up the video-feed two ways so Bart could see her too.
"Alright there buddy. You got all that out of your system?" Chloe asked.
"Flirting with you? Never," Bart laughed.
"It would never work between us, you know?" Chloe told him with a smile. As uncomfortable as the situation was with Oliver right now, Bart had a way of making her laugh in spite of almost anything. "Our whole banter thing would probably go out the window. And you'd stop flirting with me, which is just craziness. Bart, you and me actually together would just throw the world off balance. We couldn't do that to the world," she laughed.
"Are you trying to break my heart, beautiful? First I was too young, then you had a boyfriend and then you were married to said boyfriend. You can't kill my dreams before you even give me a chance," he laughed, expecting at least a little bit of laughter back.
Chloe just took a deep breath. "I really do need to go," she finally said. Jimmy popped into her mind now and everything just started feeling even more wrong.
"Wow, okay- idiot award totally goes to me. Sometimes my mouth and brain don't communicate with each other. Next time you see me, you totally have a free 'smack me in the face because I'm an idiot' pass," Bart said apologetically.
Chloe let out a bit of a sad laugh. "I don't think I'll be using it. Don't worry about it."
"One more thing before I let you go," he said gently.
"Yeah," Chloe answered.
"Arrow's not answering his phone, if you see or here from him before I do-"
"What's up Impulse?" Oliver said, coming over to the computer and Chloe.
"Oh you're there, that's handy," Bart said. "You said to call to let you know about the thing and you don't even answer your phone."
"Sorry I was busy, I wasn't really thinking about your call buddy- kind of forgot you'd be calling. I actually don't know where my phone is- it's probably under the couch at this point," Oliver said, honestly oblivious to the idea and actual truth of the situation he was giving to Bart.
Bart seemed to be putting two and two together and Chloe smacked Oliver upside the head.
"Oh hell no. Bossman, dude seriously, I hate your guts... You just got with 'Licious? Come on. Arrow? Why Bossman, why not someone who's not on the Team?"
Chloe buried her head in her hands.
"Impulse, shut up- like rightnow," Oliver said.
"Nothing happened," Chloe said, pathetically and Bart didn't buy it at all.
And then Oliver gave her a look as if to say, 'Yeah, like he's gonna buy that.' And then Chloe shot Oliver a very annoyed look and Bart saw all of it and felt a little bit bad. He shouldn't have said anything. It wasn't his business. But this was Chloe and everyone knew he had a little thing for her. He wasn't in love with her, but still, he liked her a lot. It was a innocent crush and of course nothing was ever gonna happen, but still- this sucked. Oliver kinda sucked right now.
"Okay, sorry guys," he mumbled. "Not my business- don't worry I'll keep my trap shut... I'll talk to you about it tomorrow, if you two need to go."
"Only one of us needs to go, you can chat up Arrow all you want. Goodnight boys," Chloe said, grabbing the last of her things off the floor.
"Where are you going? It's pitch black outside. It's too dark to walk," Oliver said
"Did you forget I was a reporter? It's never too late or dark to walk outside... Sign off and lock up when you're done," she said, agitated.
"Give me a couple minutes and I'll walk with you," Oliver said.
"Give me a couple minutes and I can run you to your apartment if you're in a hurry," Bart called out, done with his little tantrum phase.
"Don't worry, if I get mugged or attacked and somehow can't handle it myself and my tazer doesn't work I promise I'll yell for help and you two can play hero."
"Licious' you have a tazer?" Bart asked, back in flirty mode.
"Yes I do," she answered.
"That's hot," he said. "Hey 'Licious," he called out again.
"Yep?"
"I do not want to know anything about you and the boss who shall not be named. Just letting it be known that Impulse will not stop flirting with Watchtower," he smirked.
"Shut up about that stuff, please," she said seriously. "But as to flirting, sure, you've got dibs on flirting with me," Chloe said with a little laugh as she walked out the door. "Goodnight boys."
And with that, Chloe quickly left Watchtower and headed back to her apartment at the Talon. She took a long shower and tried to go to bed, but she couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about what had happened tonight and that Bart now knew about it, too. Chloe could honestly say that she had never ever thought that she would sleep with Oliver Queen. You're not supposed to sleep with your friends and you're not supposed to sleep with someone you work with. And you really shouldn't do it in the place that your dead husband bought for you as your wedding present; the place where he was killed by a guy to whom you were the whole world, a guy- who you thought you had come to love before it became clearer and clearer that he was going to annihilate your best friend; the guy who you had run away with to save said best friend.
Jimmy hadn't even been dead for a year. His last words to her, or anyone for that matter were "I love you." He had told her that as he had died in her arms, at the hands of the same guy whose destiny it was to kill her best friend. Chloe wasn't sure when her eyes started to get watery, but she caught the first tear before it fell.
She did not get to cry. She was not going to think about love anymore, she'd already decided that the day she buried Jimmy. Her life was about work. Work was what was important. Keeping the heroes safe and their identities a secret (A.C., Dinah, Victor, Bart, Oliver, and her at the moment crap-tastic best friend Clark) was what was important. And Lois. That was what was important. Nothing else.
She drilled this back into her head, determined not to let emotions or loneliness, or whatever, be a motivator for anything she did. When the man/boy had asked her when the last time she had a good time was she should have told him she couldn't remember and that it didn't matter. Her being happy didn't matter.
No more sex with Oliver- that had been too good and too wrong. And it was over. They were both lonely- that's all it had been. That's all it would be. They'd both forget about it in the morning and things would just go back to normal.
Chloe desperately wanted to stop thinking about everything because if she didn't she would only start thinking deeper, and thinking deeper would bring up too many emotions- and she was trying to rid herself of most of those. She didn't want to face them, and there were more important things to worry about.
"Get some sleep, Sullivan" she muttered to herself.
She'd had trouble sleeping for awhile, but it hadn't been so bad lately, except for tonight. Another hour and a half passed by and she was still awake. She got out of bed and rummaged in the cabinet looking for her sleeping pills. She took an extra pill, in hopes of falling asleep that much sooner, hoping for an end to the constant flow of thoughts in her head. The sleeping pills did their trick. It wasn't long before sleep found Chloe and her eyes finally closed; finally giving her mind a rest.
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Oliver thought about going back to his place, but decided to just stay at Watchtower. He knew Chloe would be there in the morning, he might as well stay where he knew she'd soon be so he could talk to her. They had sex, she was completely there with him and it was like when that alarm sounded she couldn't get away from him fast enough. She clearly thought it was a mistake, even though she didn't push him away once. He didn't want to ruin things with her, and maybe he just did, but he didn't see why it had to be like that. They'd needed each other, and maybe it was wrong, but it didn't feel that way. This didn't have to make things awkward between them, right? They were both adults. They could be mature about it.
They'd had sex. It was great and now it was over and they could go back to being friends- right?... Friends who just had sex in the same place where her husband was killed... How had it taken him that long to remember that this was where Davis killed Jimmy? Sometimes he was a bit slow. He had to admit that now he was feeling guilty. But Jimmy wouldn't hold it against him, right? He knew he was dead, but he couldn't help but think about Jimmy; Jimmy who loved Chloe with pretty much everything he had...
Maybe it shouldn't have happened, but it wasn't completely wrong. They weren't hurting anyone and it wasn't like it was something dirty. They were friends and co-workers who cared about each other who maybe went a little too far, but it was okay. Everything would be fine. It wasn't going to happen again, maybe they wouldn't even need to talk about it...
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When Chloe returned to the Watchtower the next morning, she thought she'd be alone with her computers, so she was a little more than surprised when she saw Oliver lying on the couch. She almost spilled her coffee. She contemplated leaving, but Oliver opened his eyes and saw her.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey yourself," she answered quietly
So much for not being awkward and forgetting about it.
"I guess we're going to need to have a talk," Oliver said.
"Yeah, I guess so," she answered, not really ready to talk. "You stayed here all night?" Chloe asked Oliver awkwardly.
"Yeah. Hope that's okay," he said.
"This might technically be my building but everything in it is for the team. You've pretty much paid for everything here. You know that you and Dinah and the guys can crash here when you need to. I told you that before."
"Yeah, but it's kind of different- at least this particular time-"
"I know," she admitted. "I was so hoping we didn't have to do this whole conversation thing, but what the hell, here it goes... I don't do sex without love, at least I haven't in a long time- until last night. Don't get me wrong, Ollie- I love you, but I don't love you, and I know you don't love me... I think I'm kind of swearing off love- well I actually did that months ago, after- well it doesn't matter. As last night proves, though, I'm human and sex doesn't have to be about love.
"It's about bodily need, human contact- flesh on flesh, and try as I have to push down emotion or desire or whatever- sometimes the body wins- our bodies won last night. And my body's probably going to win again at some point- but that can't be with you, not again. It was awesome, it really was and I don't regret it- but we can't do that again... It's about the mission. We work together and we're friends, and the friends part is probably part of the reason we work so well together. Sex between friends is bound to screw things up somehow. And that could transfer over into work, and we're in a business where we really should not be screwing up... And I realize you were probably going to say something like that, but hey I said it, so we don't even need to spend another second talking about it, right?" Chloe blurted out.
Oliver couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "Poor thing. You must have been flipping out about this all night. You were, weren't you?"
"Maybe," she answered back with a little laugh of her own.
"I know what you're saying, it makes a sense for sure. And I've gotta say I'm really sorry about that whole thing with Bart, I could tell you wanted to kick my ass. I honestly wasn't thinking and I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable or anything and I didn't tell him anything..."
"I know you didn't," Chloe told him.
"Anyway, you're probably right about the friends and sex thing- but don't you think it gets screwed up because they bring expectations into it?" Oliver asked.
Chloe didn't know if she was supposed to answer. She didn't know what to say anyway, so she kept her mouth shut.
"I think things get screwed up with friends because of expectations; there doesn't have to be expectations. No expectations, no screw ups," Oliver couldn't really believe the words coming out of his own mouth. What the hell was he doing? "No strings, no expectations. Nothing would happen that you didn't want."
Wow. That's just his way of saying he agrees with me, right? And then he's just clarifying that my example situation wouldn't have to apply to everyone, right? Sure... Chloe just nodded.
"That secret thingy between you and Bart. Is it anything important, does it need to be on my radar?" Chloe asked him finally.
"It's not a secret and no, you don't need to worry about it," he answered.
"Good to hear, because I have like 50 million other things I need to worry about today," Chloe said, shifting the topic back to work.
"And that's different from any other day, how exactly?" Oliver teased.
Chloe grinned. "Some of this stuff is more annoying than usual," Chloe said.
As was Clark's custom, he appeared out of nowhere, sending some papers flying.
"Clark," Chloe whimpered. "It's too early in the morning to ask me to do anything. I'm not favour girl till I've got some coffee and something sweet in my system."
"Hey Chloe," Clark grinned. He didn't see Oliver.
"I'm serious, Clark. I've got the coffee, but if you don't have something sweet behind your back Watchtower is not online and computer Chloe is not at anyone's service," she said with a small laugh but being serious at the same time.
"What if the world's ending, and the only way we can stop it is with your computer genius?" Clark asked her with a grin.
"Is the world ending?" Chloe asked sarcastically.
"No," he admitted.
"Then my answer stands," Chloe said with a smile of her own.
Times like this, when they still joked around and smiled, Clark wasn't crap-tastic. He was just her very best friend again. But lately times like this were pretty much non-existent. There was something wrong between them, but neither of them said anything about it.
"I brought you a couple danishes," Clark said, handing them over to her.
"Good man," Chloe said. "Now give me a couple minutes- and we can get down to business," Chloe said, taking a seat to enjoy a couple bites of one of the danishes.
Clark finally noticed Oliver. "Hey Oliver... What's up? I didn't see you there. Isn't this early for you to be awake, or were you here all night?"
"So that's how you get Chloe to help you out early in the morning. I'll keep that in mind... Chloe, any flavours you don't like?" Oliver laughed, not answering the question.
"Not a big fan of the blueberry. You can't really go wrong with the rest, though," she said. She walked over to Clark after another bite of the danish and a few sips of coffee. "Oliver was here all night. You're not the only hero I know, remember?" Chloe said, giving Clark a pat on the head. "He checked in late last night; he got lazy, so he crashed here. Now what do you need big guy? I know you need something."
"Can't I just visit?" he said.
"Sure you can. But you haven't come around just to visit in months, so let's get down to it my friend. What do you need from Chloe today?" she said.
They sounded perfectly happy when they spoke; there was no malice in their voice. But with the exchanges Clark and Chloe had had in the past couple minutes, it just showed Oliver, even more than he already thought, that Clark and Chloe weren't the same as they used to be.
"I just wanted to know how the passports are coming along," Clark said.
"For our dear friends, the Kandorians? Chloe said sarcastically.
"Yes," Clark answered.
"I told you two days ago when I'd have them ready. Everything's fine. You'll have them in two days and then you can give my not so favourite Martians their new lives. Until then my friend, do me a favour and don't bring them up again. You can do that much for me, can't you?" Chloe said, with an edge in her voice.
"Come on Chloe, don't be like that. I was just checking in on how it's going."
"Some things change, but some don't. You know I'm not a fan of your fellow Kandorians, but you asked me for help and I told you I would help you. I always do. If I say I'll help, I will. You know I always come through," Chloe said.
"Yeah, I know that. Okay, I can see I pissed you off. Sorry," Clark said.
"Yeah," Chloe answered. "Whatever, it's fine. Did you need anything else?"
"No, that was all," he answered.
Chloe walked over to the main computer and started typing. She put on her earpiece and connected with Dinah. "Canary, what's the situation... Okay good. I'm not going to be at Watchtower for awhile, but if you need me, you know how else to get in touch. Talked to Impulse last night. Aquaman and Cyborg are messaging me as we speak... Okay, I'll talk to you later."
Clark and Oliver stood staring at each other. No one really knew what to say.
Chloe walked back over to the guys. "Did you need to talk about anything else? Chloe asked Clark. "Or is it okay, if I jet out of here and shoo you both out at the same time?"
Then she turned to Oliver. "We're good," she told him, "back to normal."
"Whatever you want- we're back to normal," he answered.
Clark looked from Oliver to Chloe, something seemed different, but he didn't know what.
"Clark," Chloe said.
"Oh yeah, sorry. No, I didn't need to talk or anything. It's fine. Didn't you just get here?" he asked.
"Yeah I did, but I have to go do something... Alright guys, let's go... Ollie, don't look at me like that- here wake up, have the second danish. Let's go. Not that I don't love both of your company, but when I get back I need a tiny bit of alone Watchtower time."
"She's kicking us out, Oliver," Clark said.
"Yes I am, for a couple hours- then you're both allowed back.
"Fine," the guys mumbled, as Chloe ushered them out the door.
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Chloe was at the cemetery. She was actually sitting in front of Jimmy's headstone. Not too far off, Davis was also buried, but not too many people knew that. Bart was one of the few who did. He'd helped her work that out with a shady character. Davis was buried close to the hill. There was no headstone or anything, though. No one knew anyone was buried there.
She'd gotten so mad at Clark today, though she tried not to let it show. She'd found that lately, when she got mad at Clark, so many other things would wash up with it. Davis and Jimmy were what washed up with it today... She didn't know why she came to the graveyard. It only made her more angry today, it only brought up emotions, which she was trying to rid herself of. She got up quickly and began to walk away.
Chloe didn't admit it to herself before, but she had so much anger built up inside, anger that went in a bunch of different directions. Some of it made no sense, but it was there- and as much as she liked the act like it wasn't- she knew it was, and she knew it wasn't good for her. She needed to try to let it go, but to do that would be to indulge in emotions. She didn't want to deal with her emotions. She said that they were going to be pushed aside. But she needed some kind of release, she needed something or somewhere to just unwind- not to feel happy, just to unwind, just to clear her head so she could do what she needed to do for those who needed her.
Maybe I should buy a punching bag? she thought pathetically. She looked down at her watch and was shocked to see that she'd been at the cemetery for almost an hour. She quickly made her way back to Watchtower. She needed to get online in the next few minutes, because there was an offer she couldn't refuse on some very important things, and she and the supplier needed to work out some details ASAP. She wanted everything said and done as soon as possible. She wanted what that guy had, and if they worked everything out in the next few minutes, she'd have what was needed. And then she would work on the stupid passports for Clark's Kandorian gang.
Chloe couldn't help but smile. She did it. She got what she needed, what they all needed, really. She was a good deal maker. As good as it was, she couldn't help but feel a little bad about it, but she'd think of that later. She needed to work on a few more of the passports for Clark. She was doing him this favour, but she wasn't going to be stupid about it. She had some extra work to do with the passports That, along with the deal she just made were the reasons why she needed a couple hours of alone time.
After she finished what she needed to do, she checked in with everyone and all was still good. She probably wouldn't hear from the team except for Ollie for a couple days because they were all working on their own stuff, so when Lois called her up she agreed to meet her. Good old Lois, Chloe thought, as she walked over to meet her.
"Cousin darling, fill me in on what's new and exciting in Chloe land," Lois greeted.
Chloe laughed. "Hello to you too."
Lois and Chloe indulged in some not so healthy, but oh so yummy food and then went shopping for five hours and after that they even caught a movie. The day had come and gone and the dark of night began to return which meant it was time for Lois to head to the Planet to pick up her overnight bag that she'd brought over in the morning in preparation for her flight that would be leaving in a couple hours. She was heading out of town for a story for the Daily Planet.
After Chloe gave her a hug goodbye, she got a message from Oliver asking if she was close to her apartment. She replied that she was and asked what was up. He said that he'd meet her there because he was close by and he'd talk to her about it when she got there since she was on the way. It was something about Bart. Chloe started to worry a little bit so she quickened her pace.
Just around the corner from her apartment, she got another message from Oliver explaining that the Bart situation was fine, the two guys had just got their signals crossed. As she got closer to the apartment, she saw one of the Kandorians, and she felt the anger rise inside of her. She didn't trust these guys, and it frustrated her to no end that Clark seemed to just blindly trust them. All of that anger she was feeling before, came flooding back- it had been doing that far too much lately. She wished the Kandorians would just vanish, she thought they were bad news. She tried to push the Kandorians out of her head, but it wasn't working. Them and everything else that bothered her just would not go away.
She practically stomped up the stairs to the apartment and was surprised to find her door unlocked. She walked in and saw Oliver sitting on the sofa.
"You really should remember to lock your door. You didn't even have it shut all the way," Oliver greeted her.
"Really?" she said, not actually paying much attention to what he was saying.
"Yeah. Sorry about the Bart thing, we're a little stupid sometimes... You want me to head out?" he asked.
"You don't need to go," she answered. She shouldn't have been thinking what she was thinking, it went against what she had told herself last night and what she'd told Oliver this morning, but she really didn't care anymore. He looked so good and he could make her forget everything for a little while.
"Alright," he said.
Chloe closed the door behind her. "Did you mean what you said about no expectations?" she asked him.
Oliver was a bit surprised, honestly. He never thought this would be happening between him and Chloe, but his voice was perfectly clear when he answered. "I meant it."
"Good," she said, kicking off her shoes, making her way towards him. "I'm in," she whispered, pulling him down to her, capturing his lips with hers.