When I woke up, I was still in my bedroom bed.
Oliver had already tidied everything up. I shuffled off the bed in my pajamas—every movement sent a dull ache laced with lingering pleasure through my body.
Trying to keep it cool, I walked into the closet and pulled out a light green maxi dress.
I checked the time as I walked out—turns out it was already the next morning. Just in time for breakfast.
But when I got downstairs, I saw Oliver at the table, flipping through a book. He wore a loose shirt that casually showed off his well-defined muscles—seriously hard to ignore.
I paused, just standing there like an i***t, staring at him as he sipped his coffee like nothing happened.
Sensing my gaze, Oliver looked up at me, calm as ever. "You're up," he said.
I mumbled a quie
