Chapter 68

I wasn’t sleepy anymore—not after Oliver showed me those messages. He gently laid me on the bed. I changed into my pajamas and pulled the covers up while watching him head towards the bathroom. He came out pretty quick, wearing loose clothes that were clearly chosen to show off that ridiculously fit body of his on purpose. I quickly glanced away, face heating up. Then he flopped down beside me and wrapped those strong arms around me like I was part of him. “Oliver,” I turned to face him, my voice soft. “Can I ask you for something?” I snuggled into his chest, listening to his calm heartbeat. “I wanna draw a rose on your face.” He chuckled, brows raised like I’d surprised him, but didn’t say yes or no right away. “Why?” he asked gently, running his fingers down my cheek. I leaned up and kissed him. “Because it suits you, Oliver. You’d look amazing.” “Please, babe. It’s the one thing I really wanna do.” “What’s in it for me?” His grin was teasing, totally playful. Instead of answering, I