Oliver’s eyes were piercing, but his expression and overall body language was quite the contrary. He had mastered the art of looking nonchalant while saying unspeakable things, so it wasn’t hard for him to trick people into thinking he was holding some innocent conversation about the weather, or his book, or his day. When he spoke next, it was with a serene smile on his lips.
“Because all I can think of is taking your clothes off, sitting you on that table and fucking you in front of everyone.”
Elio gulped and looked around. As he predicted, nobody was paying any attention to them, all too involved in their conversations or focused on dessert.
When they see each other again, Oliver and Elio are still drawn to each other, despite all the reasons they shouldn’t be. So they start playing a dangerous game… The tension is delicious (if you can overlook the cheating).