Whatever It Takes

Chapter- Forty-eight

Oliver's POV-

The softness of her hair against my face as we lay together is something I long for. I don't know the last time she actually slept in her own bed. Two weeks ago maybe, a month most likely. I hated seeing her so scared. I would lie awake until I knew for sure that she felt safe enough in my arms. I would wake up every hour to make sure she wasn't breathing heavy or tears weren't unconsciously leaking down her face.

I'm glad she came to me for help again after all this time. After all we've been through. I can tell by the way she looks at me that she's close to giving in to me. I gave into her a long, long time ago. I knew she was right for me because of how we clicked and how comfortable I am around her. She brings peace to me and makes me wonder how did I get this perfectly flawed girl to be mine? I never understood how that happened, like we were meant to be right from the beginning. We just had to figure that part on our own.

She has the key to my heart, and always will.

I breathed in the smell of her- coconut. I've been up for a while now, not wanting to leave her. It's not like I had to anyway but I just really need to pee. Hopefully she won't notice I'm gone. I slowly peeled the sheets from my body, carefully moved her legs off mine and rolled away from her. I made sure nothing creaked when I was getting up. I grabbed my white tee and slipped it over my head. I tiptoed out of the room and dashed to the bathroom.

I came back to the room seeing my bed was made. I frowned, no more cuddle time. I backed out and went out to the kitchen. I stopped when I saw her bent over looking in the fridge. I tilted my head, taking in the nice view. I was smirking wildly because that cute butt is all mine. I did not intend to sound dirty. Just claiming what is already mine.

I composed myself and walked up behind her, smacking her back end. She straightened up quickly and glared at me with huge grin on her face. I'm dead meat.

"Oliver." My name rolled off her tongue. She was trying to sound mad but failed.

"Yes, sweetheart?" I smirked at her.

"You're annoying." Then she thumped my face making crackle into a laugh. I turned on my heel as she went to walk passed me. I hooked my arm around her waist, surprising her by my actions. I brought her closer to me and latching my other arm around her. I picked her up and twirled us around in that awkward position. I fell to floor on my butt, with her landing on top of me. She rolled off me but stayed next to me. I took my chance and rolled on top of her, bring my face menacingly close to hers.

"Well don't string me along." She giggled. For the first time in I don't know how long she gave me the permission to kiss her. I closed the space between us, running my tongue along her bottom lip. Her hands instantly tangled in my messy hair.

Who knows how long that makeout session lasted because I lost track the minute we started kissing.

In the afternoon Danny returned with two coffee from the cafe down the street. She also had gotten the mail we keep forgetting to grab. She eyed one as she went through it.

"What is it?" I asked as I went to take sip.

"A wedding invite." She mumbled.

"Who's having a wedding that we know of?" I asked her.

"My mother. She invited both us. It's next summer." She told me.

"Are you okay going as my date?" I asked her.

"I dont see why I wouldn't be." She and closed the invite. I nodded, she's okay with it and that makes me happy.

Maybe I won't have to wait a full two years.

A/N: I know it's a really short chapter but it's another update and I wanted to give you more insight from Oliver's side. I never write author's notes. This is also a little heads up that the book will be ending soon. But don't worry that's like twelve chapters away. Please share out my book. I really want to know if people actually like it and by doing so it would be nice for more votes and comments. It encourages to me continue writing. Love you all!