““You know me as Oliver, your friend’s brother. The guy who gave you platonic hugs and wished you luck on your exams. The guy who asked you about your college classes or whether or not you liked your professors.” With one hand, he wrapped her hair in his fist and tilted her head so he could speak very precisely beside her ear. “I’ve got news for you, Eliza. I didn’t give a fuck about your classes or your professors. I wanted to get you alone and screw your little college coed body silly.””
