Enemies to lovers
“Go. Talk to her. Or at least go dance.”
“I’m not….”
Scott didn’t let him finish. He gave Oliver a small shove toward her.
Oliver blinked, heart pounding, then approached Lydia. “Hi,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m Oliver.”
“I know who you are, Damien’s brother. I come to your family dinners or have you forgotten?” Lydia smiled, tilting her head.
“No no” Oliver stuttered, suddenly feeling foolish as he smiled sheepishly
“You gonna ask me to dance or stand there looking adorable?”