Come What May, Pt. 44
I decide to play dumb. “Oliver, what are you talking about? I’m just quiet today, that’s all.â? He shakes his head. “No Dream, you’re pissed off, that’s what you are. And you’ve been pissed at me since last night when I took that girl back to my room.â?
I sigh. I have absolutely no right to act angry at him, my sweet Oliver, because he’s a single man who took a girl back to his room, and I’m the attached girl fawning over him. “Oliver, I don’t know what’s gotten into to me. I guess I like having all of your attention. It’s really selfish of me. Please forgive me. I’m a spoiled, rich, only child. I’m not used to sharing my spotlight. Can we just forget this?â? Oliver smiles at me. I take his hand and interlace my fingers through his, and he takes my hand and puts the back of it to his face. “Of course, Dreamy. All is forgotten.â?
I want to ask him if anything happened between him and the girl, but I bite my tongue. It’s none of my business…although I’m dying to know.