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leverage

leverage

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.