Oliver said, plopping down next to Amara on a patch of grass under a large oak tree in the back of the park. “If I’d wanted to be found, I’d have stayed at the club.” Undeterred, Oliver shrugged. It had taken him about three hours to trail her from their warehouses to the main park. She’d positioned herself with her back to a tall tree with the woods behind her, children laughing while their parents watched. “What do you want, Oliver?” “To know why you’re out here, sulking.” “I do not sulk.” “What do you call it in your country, then? Wallowing? Self-pity? Oh, I know. You’re depressed. Now that’s just sad.” “You know nothing about me,” she said and transferred her weight from one butt cheek to the other. Her ass was getting sore from sitting on the root of the tree under the enormous weight holding her down and nearly suffocating her.
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