My British Bedmate | ✔️

Thirty Two

Jackson

We've been back in Oxford for about a month and a half. The first few weeks we were on edge, worryin that Richard was going to attack us because of what we did. And as the days went on, that fear dissipated bit by bit. We didn't get careless, Me and Oliver still texted eachother before and after classes, and every day I continued to walk Ollie to the building his lectures were held.

What started out as doing it out of fear, turned into something I actually really enjoyed doin. We've gotten into a nice little routine together. The best part of it all is the big hug and kiss he gives me before walking in, then the extra little 'I love you' text he sends the second he gets inside. That will always be the best part of my day.

I also can't even begin to explain the amount of times we've had sex since we finally took that step in our relationship. God, it's a little embarassin the amount of times I've let him fuck me. But I also didn't think it would feel so good. As much as I don't want to admit it, he's even had me beg for it. 

I think Ollie literally thrives on embarassing me.  I'm beginnin to think that's his entire purpose on this earth. The little shit loves to tease me.

He hasn't let me top him yet though, and I haven't asked. I know what he's gone through, so when he's ready I know he'll tell me.

My art teacher asked me to stay behind once class was over and I was a little hesitant, but she said it was important.

I sent a text off to Ollie saying I'd be late at getting him from class and to wait for me inside.

She explained that there's an art show coming up would like to showcase some of my work. It's an annual art show they do for students around the world. It's to get your work recognized and to potentially sell your work if someone was interested. It's a great opportunity. Fantastic, really. It's my dream. But we've been talking for nearly half an hour and I couldn't shake the weird feeling settling in my bones.

I told her I'd love to accept, but I really needed to go and I'd talk to her more about it next class.

I pulled out my phone, noticing that Ollie hasn't responded to my text.

Actually, he hasn't answered me for a few hours now. That's not like him. He's always texting me random crap.

I ran out of the building and up the road towards Oliver's. When I got there, I ran inside, searching the halls only to find them empty so I continued further going to the lecture hall his class is held in.

It was empty.

I pulled out my phone again and rang Oliver's number, but there was no answer.

"Answer the fucking phone, Oliver!" I yelled, running to the front office.

The lights were off and the sign says 'gone for lunch.'

Great. That's just great.

Maybe he's just in our dorm right? He's gotta be there.

I ran full speed to our dorm building, pushing past people left and right. Something isn't right.

"Fuckin move out of my way!" I yelled, pushing past some guy standing in the doorway of the building.