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I can hear his heartbeat from where I’m leaning on him. My bed is really small, just as it should be for a single bed. Besides it’s Oliver we are talking about, he takes up the whole space leaving nothing for me. So the only way to fit both of us together on it is to be on top of each other. I like nothing more than that.
Oliver is lying on his back and I am all over him. It’s a luxury I plan to never give up on.
I am trying my best not to climb all over him and crush him with my weight. So I have my arm and leg draped over him while my face is under his jaw as I hide in the crook of his neck.
It’s the most comfortable position for me.
Oliver’s left arm might be dead. But who cares?
“You know, for starters, we call always go with Jason and then secretly leave,” surprisingly enough, we are still on the camping topic.
Oliver nods, “Or we can totally tell him, he is nuts and we are going on a date so we can’t join him. ”
“We are?” I say, popping up on my elbow and looking down on him.
I still get overwhelmed by him, not going to lie.
He knows that look on my face really well, because that’s when he smirks really smugly and then I want to kick him.
“When?” I ask, totally not giving away that I am very much in love right now.
“Tomorrow,” He says as his smirk turns into a smile turns into a grin, growing bigger.
“Shut up,” I manage to say as I lie back down, hitting his arm.
“I didn’t even say anything,” Oliver complains innocently.
“Yeah, I get it, you are the most wonderful boyfriend in the world and I’m so lucky and you’re so fucking good-looking, I get it,” I huff while poking his ribs furiously. Still happily.
“I was only thinking about the best boyfriend part, ” He admits, “Didn’t know I was fucking good-looking.”
God. Help. Me.
I roll my eyes and suddenly a thought pops in my head.
“Hey, what’s your middle name?”
I can see Oliver frowning even though I am brushing my nose under his jaw.
“What’s yours?” He asks.
“Aidy,” I sigh, “Honestly, my initials are GAB.”
I shouldn’t have told him. I realize it after I have blurt it out.
“I’d make a necklace that would say Oliver’s GAB. Don’t touch.”
What the fuck.
“Can necklaces even have that many words, like ever?” I ask him, leaning back a little trying to looking at him.
I find the side of his lips.
“Wait until Jason hears it,” Oliver says sheepishly.
“No! Why, why does he have to know?! ” I punch him lightly while at the same time I skim my lips over his cheek.
Yes. I am a clingy girlfriend. Shoot me.
Oliver laughs.
I realize what he is doing.
“Hey,” I say, “Is your middle name something like Bailey? Or Daisy?”
Oliver makes a face.
“Then why aren’t you telling me?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Owen’s middle name is James, ” He says, “Like a thousand other guys.”
“Probably a million,” I say. “Then there’s William. Sam’s middle name is William.”
“Normal, nice middle names, ” Oliver says under his breath.
That grows my suspicion tenfold, “What is it?” I shaks him as to get the information.
“Owen named me,” Oliver says.
“How old was he back then?” I ask in surprise.
“Not old enough to name a child,” He says grudgingly. “He has only started saying one or two words.”
“So... How? ” I ask, not getting it.
“He went to see me in the hospital and then said a word and pointed to me,” Oliver says, “Thankfully my parents thought better, didn’t name me that, but left it for middle name.”
“What. Is. It?”
“I am never going to forgive Owen for this one,” He says and then finally looks at me. He closes his eyes and pushes, quite literally pushes the word out.
“Tiger.”
I stare at him for a second or two.
Then I can hold it anymore as my brain registers it.
I’m laughing so hard the bed is shaking underneath me.
“It’s been five minutes, you can stop now, ” Oliver complains.
I try to stop, but it just keeps coming. I am almost into tears.
I think I have moved from the no emotion spiralling phase to I have so many emotions spiralling phase.
“Does Jason know? ” I manage to say.
“I’d never tell him you’re GAB and you’d never tell him that, deal?” Oliver says earnestly.
“GAB doesn’t sound even a lil bit bad right now, ” I say, “Tiger.”
He glares at me. He looks adorable.
“My Tiger,” I say pulling on his cheeks. He growls. “Go get them, Tiger.”
“That turned me off so bad I don’t think I’d ever turn on again, ” He replies.
I chuckle and lie back down, wrapping around him like a vine, “Nice though. Our ship name can be Tidy.”
“What?” Oliver says.
“Yeah, ship name, like Brangelina, although that’s not there anymore. What else? Like Tomdaya, and... ”
“Yeah, I get it, ” I can hear him roll his eyes.
He doesn’t know many celebrities. When I asked him who was his teenage celebrity crush, he couldn’t name one.
Boring.
“I just realized our real ship name would be Owen, ” I blurt out.
“And we will never bring it up ever again,” Oliver finishes the sentence for me.
“It’s weird though, why can’t it be Gwoliver?” I ask, “Why does the guy’s name come first?”
Oliver shrugs. He kisses on my forehead while trying to sneak his hand underneath my shirt.
“I didn’t forget your middle name is Tiger,” I remind him enthusiastically as he draws little circle on my tummy.
That shoots a thousand electric bolts down my whole body.
Definitely on the “Feeling too much” end of the spectrum.
Then he slides his hand acorss and I think I make a sound.
The next thing I know he is rolling me over on my back and kissing my neck.
He is too good at distracting me.
I dig my nails on his neck and he makes another sound. I pull on his little hair there. He comes back up to kiss my mouth.
“You know, ” I say as we stop to breath, “Tiger is not a bad name.”
Oliver glares at me while he grips on my sides and I swear to God I see stars.
I am in heaven, officially.
His hands are the gifts of God.
“Oliver,” I say, thankfully not Tiger, “I-”
He goes back down to kiss my throat and beauty bone while I sigh in bliss.
Then he bites on my shoulder.
So much for bliss.
I cup his cheeks and pull him over so I can kiss him again, “So what time are we going on this date?”
“Dinner,” He says biting my bottom lip, “Wear something pretty. ”
Boys and their non defining date instructions.
“What do you mean pretty? ” I ask before he is kissing me senseless again.
I really hope and wish my parents don’t make it home tonight.
“I dunno, ” Oliver says in a way that makes it seems he is lost and trying to make sense of what he is saying.
He sighs while running his hands down my skin, “You’re so soft, it’s not fair. ”
I laugh.
He pinches me.
“I don’t know what to do with you,” He says sitting up suddenly.
He really does look like it.
I smile, “Show me your dreams, I guess.”
Oliver flushes right away. So I raise my brows, “What do you even see in your dreams?”
He swallows, “That’s- we’re- um.. ”
“Something like...? ” I ask.
“Yeah,” Oliver nods, “One step at a time. ”
“What does that supposed to mean?!” I say complaining as I grab on to his shoulder, trying to pull him down, “What’s the step we are in now? ”
“To get you not to shy away when I-” Oliver starts his sentence and like always doesn’t finish it.
He narrows his eyes on me and blurts, “You know, in my dreams, you’re never really wearing clothes. ”
For a second, I feel so hot I think I’m on fire.
I blink quite a few times.
“Yeah,” Oliver shakes his head as if he did an experiment and mumbles to himself, “Not ready yet. ”
Son of a-
I kick him and he leans down to kiss me on my forehead.
“I was really surprised when I figured out you’re actually shy,” Oliver says, hiding his face on the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulder.
“I am not shy, ” I say, “You're the one who looks like who doesn't have any idea and then do things like...have dreams like that. ” I say, still feeling hot all over.
He has the audacity to laugh. “Yeah, that’s why I’m always the one undressing.”
I close my eyelids. My cheek feels hot. Undressing him comes automatically to me. But I am yet not used to the fact that, he would do the same.
Oliver loops one of his finger in my hair while kissing me beneath my ear. Then he licks there a little.
I am trying too hard not to embarrass myself by making sounds.
“Where did you learn this?” I ask him breathlessly, “Someone must have taught you.”
I say dreading an answer I don’t want to hear.
He rests his weight on his elbows and looks down at me, gazing at my eyes. His pupil almost black, his cheeks a little flushed.
“You don’t understand, do you?”
“Understand what?” I ask.
“That when I see you like this,” He eyes me over from my head to toe and back up, “My thoughts go to places that I never knew existed.”
Oh.
I have to close my eyes. My ears might be so red that I can feel it.
“Shy,” He says, that smug jerk, “I told you. ”
I open my eyes and grab on to his shirt, “You are just good at throwing me off, that’s all.”
I open one of the buttons of his shirt which reminds me of something.
“Hey, did you ever really want to learn the chords?”
Oliver bites his lip, “Can I be honest?”
I give him a look which he takes as a yes.
“All I could think of was how can I get you into my bedroom and kiss you, ” He says, “It looked like a nice excuse since you said you play the guitar.”
I roll my eyes as I run my hand over his chest, “I could have figured out how the robot works by myself. ”
“And you didn’t even try. ” Oliver says holding my hand, wrapping his fingers over mine.
“And you noticed, ” I say smiling as he clasps both of my hands pulls it over our heads.
“Because the only thing I was doing was noticing you, ” He says before leaning down and kissing me.
I sigh into his mouth. He breathes into me.
When he pulls back, I remember something else, from a while back.
“You remember that time when I came over to your house, for a star wars marathon?”
“You stole my favorite sweatshirt that day,” Oliver makes a face.
“Now that I know your secret, ” I start.
“What secret?” Oliver raises one eyebrow.
“The one with you crushing on me for-”
“Yeah, yeah, ” Oliver doesn’t let me finish my sentence.
“You dropped me on the pool so you can get me to your room right?” I ask. I remember that so vividly.
“Not really, ” Oliver laughs, “I wasn’t thinking because you looked so fucking... ”
I cover his mouth with my palm. He bites. I remove it.
“It was so hard for me to hold myself back, ” Oliver closes his eyes as if reminiscing. “You in my favorite sweatshirt.”
My cheeks are hurting.
“What would you have done if you weren’t holding back? ” I ask in a whisper.
Oliver’s eyes snap open. He pins me down with his gaze.
Then his hands.
“This,” Oliver says as his hands travel down to my thighs and he lifts my legs around his waist. “I would have used the closet door for leverage.”
I just remembered I wasn’t really wearing pants back then. I only had my swimsuit on underneath his sweatshirt. Such a shame I’m wearing jeans now.
My breath hitches in my throat as Oliver stares down at me, noticing my reaction.
“You would’ve died of shock,” Oliver states.
“No, I wouldn’t have, ” I say, “So you would just stare at me while I hang from you like a koala.”
“Nah,” Oliver says nonchalantly, “I would take my sweatshirt back, because it’s my favorite.”
Oh.
Oh.
How can he do this to me only by talking? It’s torture.
“Oliver,” I say. One touch is all I need.
Oliver smirks like a devil, “Are you begging?”
I’d kill him.
I lift myself up and then push him. I try to overpower him so he is finally lying down and I’m sitting on top of him. He lets me.
I place my hands on his chest.
“It wouldn’t have mattered,” I say as a matter of fact, “Because I would have stolen the one you were wearing.”
Oliver grabs my sides and runs his hands up and down, “Hmm, that sounds like you Gwen Bradbury. ”
I smile.
Time to steal his shirt.
“C, A, G, E... ” I say as I pop the buttons on by one.
Oliver sighs looking at the ceiling as if in bliss, “Such nice chords.”
I laugh.
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A/N: this was supposed to be a chapter with Gwen and Oliver going on a date but they wouldn't stop talking -_-
who would tell them single life matters?