Come What May, Pt. 93

“What did he do?â€? Oliver asks. I giggle.“Suggest that I take you.â€? He playfully smacks my hand. “Dream, you’re really bad, you know that? You’re playing mind games with him.â€? I wrap my arms around him. “I’ll be bad for you, if that’s what it takes.â€?

Oliver kisses my forehead. “Dream, we’d better hope hell doesn’t exist. If it does, we’ve got first class tickets there.â€? I laugh, and squeeze him tightly. “Well, at least we won’t be going coach, and with you next to me, it’ll make everything a little more bearable, I guess.â€? We kiss once more, and I leave to tell Peter the news.

“Well, what did he say?â€? Peter asks me when I return to our room. I crash down on the bed beside him, and turn on my side to face him. “He says yes, babyâ€?.

“Great darling, I’m sure you two will have a great time. Just come home to me when that week is over. I’ll miss you.â€? “Oh Peter, I’ll miss you too,â€? I say, leaning in to kiss him. “So show me just how much you’ll miss me while we’re apart,â€? he says with a suggestive smirk.

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