Come What May, Pt. 66
“Ollie, how can you sit there and get angry with me at how I act with my boyfriend? Remember, this is what you knew you were getting into with me. What am I supposed to do, sit there and be numb? Tell him to get his hands off of me? I cannot do that. He is still my boyfriend. There’s nothing that I can or should do to change that right now, especially while you guys are in the middle of a major tour. That wouldn’t be smart of me, would it? I mean, imagine that conversation. Me telling him to get off of me because I’d much rather be with you, and him storming off and getting on the first plane to London!â?
The lines disappear from Oliver’s forehead. “You know Dream, you’re right. I’m sorry. I can’t expect anything different from you right now.â? He walks up to me and runs a fingertip down the side of my face. “Besides, I couldn’t stay angry at you, my dear, with the way I feel about you.â? He begins to walk away from me, in the direction of the doors. He turns back to me, a few feet away. “I love you.â?