Peter finally lets go of my hand. I run to Oliver, who wraps his arms around me. “What are you talking about Pete?” Will asks. Peter chortles. “I saw her leave. She left right behind him. So, I thought that maybe something was wrong. I got up after a minute and caught the elevator. So, I step off the elevator, and turn the corner, and what do I see?”

He points at Oliver and I. “I saw them! He had her pressed up against his door kissing her like there was no tomorrow! He couldn’t even get the door open, he was so anxious to get her in his room. Then, what did you do Ollie?”

“Peter, stop,” Oliver says quietly. Peter bangs his fist on the table. “Then I’ll tell what you did. You picked her up. She wrapped her shapely, gorgeous legs around your waist, and you carried her in there. Oh god, I went up to the door and pressed my ear to it. I could hear you two! How could you do this to me!”

He rushes towards Oliver and I, and Oliver pushes me out of harm’s way. Peter tackles Oliver to the floor. I scream.