Kiss & Tell | Nicolandria FF

Part 20 - Olandria

a/n: was this episode worth watching? no right? sigh. i hope this is worth reading at least.

Nic noticed Olandria was walking too far from him and immediately came to hold her hand. Her lip pencil and lip gloss was in it though. Before she could use it as an excuse, he grabbed and shoved them in his pocket with ease, before encapsulating her hand with his bigger one.

Sigh.

Her palm was starting to sweat, but she tried not to act too nervous. He held her cup of wine as he helped her up the stairs, waiting patiently for her to get up. Nic did that a lot—helping her up the stairs. She didn't really need the help, but it was very gentlemanly and she liked it.

No. She wasn't supposed to like that. Nic was supposed to be giving her an ick. She began to look for some.

He sat his butt on the pillow. Ick. "Not you sitting on the pillow."

Nic blinked like a lost puppy. "Is that weird?"

She couldn't stop her smile. "A little bit," she tried to say nonchalantly to cover it.

"Haven't been here too often, I-I don't know how it works."

Nic knew how to get a rise out of her with his bullshit. "Uh uh, you are very familiar with this place," she argued with a scoff, staring straight out at the view. 

"Whattt?" He had the gall to sound confused. "You think so?" 

Shiny gray eyes that were practically smiling. Or were they green? They were some type of pretty color she liked staring at.

Olandria couldn't really talk. His eyes were too pretty, and she was afraid she'd say that out loud. She nodded instead.

Soul Ties was already becoming a mistake. No, it wasn't—they were just gonna have a nice, friendly, conversation. Olandria knew how to say no. Nic would never pressure her to do anything she didn't want to do. They were here to talk, and that's it.

"You alright" Nic asked her, leaning back causally. His knee was towards her leg though and he was rocking it carefully, keeping his leg pressed against hers. When she pulled her leg away slightly, his leg followed.

Olandria remembered Cierra saying that his love language was physical touch and rolled her eyes. Every time a guy said their love language was physical touch, they always meant it in the most sexual way ever. 

But here was Nic—since they returned to the villa, he found a way to get his hand in her hands, on her waist, in her hair, on her chin. His leg on her leg. Found ways to hug her during times she didn't expect it.

But honestly, his love language may have been acts of service. Her lip combo in his pocket, walking her up the stairs, making her breakfast. Or was that gift giving?

Olandria wasn't sure what her love language was. She hasn't been in enough relationships to figure it out.

"I'm good, Nicky-poo. It's been a weird day, y'know." Nic nodded in agreement with a hum, staring at her so intently. He didn't say anything, so he must've been waiting for her to continue. Maybe his love language was quality time? Although he reunited with Ace and Taylor, he was still constantly making time for her. "Thought I got dumped, didn't get dumped, had a random ass date with you, coupled up with you, came back to see my man talking to another girl-"