The only outward sign that Oliver was anything but calm were his heavy, deep breaths. If what was going on inside of him was to show, he would've been shaking like a leaf and in a cold sweat. What was Thea doing? What was he doing? What were they both very clearly almost doing? It was unthinkable, but at the same time with her close enough that he can smell her clean, fresh scent, it was also the most obvious thing in the world.

"I think you might be right," Oliver whispered, knowing that this was a line he could never un-cross, but something inside of him was pushing and pulling and begging him to cross it.

The hands on Thea's shoulders slid up to cup her face. Oliver tilted it up that last quarter inch before lowering his lips to hers in a kiss with no possible other interpretation but need.