Come What May, Pt. 92

I’m at Oliver’s door a few seconds later. His door opens. “Come in Dreamyâ€?, he says, grinning. As soon as he closes his door, I jump onto him, knocking him backwards into a wall. “Oliver, baby, I’ve got great, great news. It all depends on whether you come with me or not.â€? “Come where?â€? he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I want you to come home to Key West with me for a week, when we go on our two week break from the tour after Viennaâ€?. He hesitates for a moment. “Wow, to America with you? How can I say no to that? Yes!â€? I grab his face and kiss him. “Oh baby, this is going to be great!! It will be just you and I for a week!!â€?

“You’re unbelievable; how did you do it?â€? he asks me. “Well, you know how Peter is itching to go home during the two week break? I told him that I was going home, and then I asked if he wanted to come home with me. Well, that’s the last thing that he wanted to hear, so he told me how he wanted to go home, and then he did exactly what I knew he’d do.â€?

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