Come What May, Pt. 51
I wake up the next morning to find Peter facing me in bed, looking at me. “Good morning, my loveâ? he says, still sounding really tired. His sleeping pills haven’t worn off completely, but we have to wake up early. “Good morning, babyâ?, I say, smiling. He raises an eyebrow as his gaze falls onto the shirt I’m wearing. “Is that Ollie’s shirt?â? I try not to betray my panic as I scramble to think of an excuse. I may as well tell him the truth…at least part of it. “Yeah, we went for a walk in the rain last night. We got soaked, so I had to borrow one of his shirts,â? I answer in a nonchalant tone.
Peter laughs. “That’s funny. Ollie hates rain. Only you could get him to walk willingly in it. He adores you, you know?” I laugh nervously. If only he knew just how much Oliver adores me.
An hour later we are packing, as we’re supposed to be leaving Amsterdam in a few hours. When I’m all packed and dressed, I peck Peter on his cheek, and I walk down to Oliver’s room.