Chapter 52

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 idiot, 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 quiet reply and made my way over to sit across from him, where breakfast was already waiting. Clearly, he’d been holding off eating for me. He put the book down, and we started eating at the same time. It always threw me how co