Come What May, Pt. 85
I nod my head in the direction of my door. “Yes, he’s out cold.â? Oliver’s mouth curves up into a huge grin. “That’s just what I wanted to hear. Come back with me to my room then.â? I wrap my arms around his his slender waist and lean my head against his shoulder. As close as Oliver and I are, even if Peter himself were to walk out of the door at this very moment, he wouldn’t think anything of seeing Oliver and I in such a tender embrace. “Okay. He shouldn’t be up for hours anyways.â?
We walk to Oliver’s room, and he puts his bags down for a second to unlock the door. I peer down into one of the bags. “Oliver, there’s a little bag in here from a jewelry store. What did you get?â? He shows me his right ring finger. It is a platinum band with an emerald embedded in it. “Oh, that’s beautiful, Oliverâ?, I say, admiring his ring. “Yeah, the bag just has the ring box in itâ?, he answers quickly, and hurriedly picks the bag up.
I’m curious as to why he seems finicky about the bag, but I let it slide.