The Reflection Of Love

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It was close to midnight by the time we got back home with empty McDonald’s paper bags and takeaway cups. I’d just had some nuggets and chips with a soda water but Oliver had smashed through two burgers, chips and a chocolate thickshake, now groaning at how sick he felt.

“Fucking hate Macca’s,” he whined before a burp escaped when he crashed onto the couch. I watched him blankly, too exhausted to care or talk back about how it was no one but his fault for eating so much or that he was the one to drive us there in the first place.

“What are you two doing still up?” I glanced back and to Helen as she turned on the lights from in the hall, dressed in bed shorts and a tank top.

“We only just got home,” I answered quietly. “I’m going to bed now though,” I sighed, walking away and trying my hardest to not give off the absolute pain throbbing at my side.

“Okay. Good night, honey.”

“Night,” I murmured back, passing her and going into my room, closing the door behind me. I walked to my bed, turned on the bedside lamp and sat down to kick off my socks and shoes.

I didn’t bother with changing or getting up to clean my teeth, I just laid back and let my body and mind rest after all the walking and stress I’d gone through today.

I closed my eyes and let the exhaustion take over before everything was pulled out and I looked towards my door when it opened again.

“What are you doing?” I asked, frowning when Oliver slipped in and closed the door behind him.

“There are monsters under my bed, Sare,” he pouted, coming over as I rolled my eyes, closed them again when I didn’t have the energy to do anything. “Are you okay if I sleep with you?”

“I don’t care. Just shut up,” I snapped back before I felt the bed dip when he got in on the other side, the heat increasing when he came to lay close by me. “Oli,” I whispered, closing my eyes but frowning my brows.

“Mhmm,” he murmured back before I winced slightly when a nerve ticked at my side, sending off agony through my body.

“My side’s bad again. It hurts so much.”

“Let me have a look,” he leaned up on his elbow as I opened my eyes, watched him pull down the blankets and pull up my shirt. “You’re still in your clothes.”

“I know,” I mumbled, biting my tongue lightly when he touched his cool fingers to my skin.

“It’s a bit bruised again,” he whispered and I nodded before I made a small noise when I felt his soft, damp lips kiss me.

“Oliver, gross,” I complained, moving to turn away from him but he only held me down with his hand on my thigh.

“I’m kissing it better, alright?”

“I’m old enough to know kisses don’t work like that,” I muttered back but he ignored me because he only kissed me there again. I groaned and closed my eyes, lowering my hand to his head, my mind screaming at me to push him away but my muscles and bones just froze up in my arm.

I knew he wasn’t just kissing me better when he moved off the wounds and bruising, trailing his lips over my stomach.

“Oliver,” I warned, feeling his hand crawl up as he pulled my shirt up with it. I swallowed, shifting and pushing him away when I grew uncomfortable. “Enough with this, please. I don’t like it.”

“How do you not like it?” He questioned, sitting up on his knees as he gave me a weird look. “You’re a strange, girl, you know that, right?”

“I’m unique,” I smiled back and watched him fall down beside me, the bed rocking for a few seconds as he moved his arms around me.

“What about here?” I heard him murmur before I felt his mouth touch down to my neck. My eyes shut again as I raised my hand to touch his head when he moved from my neck to my jaw, my brain unable to think properly to command and control my body.

“You can’t say you didn’t like it,” he whispered, pulling away to look at me as he moved his arm over my chest, brushed back my hair. I glanced away from him, staying quiet as he blew against my chest, chills spreading over it.

“I didn’t say this before but thanks for what you did, dragging me out of Liam’s room,” I whispered, knowing it would push him out of the mood. He hummed and looked back at me, leaning his head on his palm.

“It scared me just as much as it scared you.”

“I know but you were the strong one, like always,” I mumbled, turning onto my side. I closed my eyes when I felt him lay down before me, close enough that each breath he let out touched and tickled my nose.

“You’ve got no clue how much I want to kiss you right now.”

“You already kissed me plenty,” I murmured, staying still as I let my mind clear so I could sleep easily. He didn’t say anything else, did nothing apart from pull the covers over our shoulders and wrap his arm over me and so, soon enough, I was fast asleep.

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