95 3.35 Let Me Out!

Oliver splashed some cold water on his face to calm himself down. Alas, when he lifted his head up, the reflection that stared back at him was still the same; cheeks shyly flushing, wide dreamy eyes, slightly swollen lips—both from the earlier kiss and how hard he had been biting his lips for the past few minutes. Overall, he looked…inappropriate. Obscene. Oliver couldn't imagine how his face would have looked on the screen. And God—on their way here, people were staring. Majority of the reason was of course because of Altair's commanding presence but… Oliver groaned and propped his arms up on the sink. No matter from which angle one looked at him, he totally gave the impression that he had just been ravaged. Or worse, wanting to be ravaged. 

Simply speaking, he was horny.