33: Sleeping On The Couch

It's a waterbed. Groovy.

I'd already showered and Oliver is in there now. I'd put his hoodie back on once again but left my leggings and bra off. I'm waiting on Oliver to finish up in the bathroom which led me to just bouncing on the waterbed. It's so cool, I need one.

"You're gonna pop it."

I stop bouncing and turn to find Oliver just outside the bathroom. His hair is wet and clinging to his forehead, right above his eyes but never covering them. He'd put sweatpants on but his shirt was just hanging over his shoulder. I'd forgotten about those abs. I force my eyes to stay glued to his. Not that it was that hard since his icy blues were mesmerizing all by themselves.

"Why do you have a whole room in Grayson's house?"

Oliver's smile falls and I realize that was the wrong question to ask.

"Sorry, never mind," I shake my hands, regretting asking anything.

Oliver is still a private person, even if he has opened up some to me. I don't expect him to suddenly bring down all his walls for someone that hasn't brought down all of hers for him.

"My dad, when he started getting," He pauses and thinks about his next word, "angry."

He walks up to me and the bed and plops down on the edge. The bed does a little wave when he does so. I stare at the back of his head as he continues.

"I'd come here, but he eventually found me."

My gears start turning at his words. Something about them was so familiar. And when it does click I speak up.

"That's why you asked to live with me."

He nods his head, "It's the last place he would expect."

I wobble up to him and wrap my arms under and around his shoulders. I lean my head on his back. He breathes out a heavy breath.

"You don't hate me for using you?"

I think about his words. I didn't see him as using me. It stung that I would be at the bottom of Mr. Grey's hit list, that I was that much of an outsider. At the end of the day, I used Oliver too, for his money, even if he did offer it up as part of the deal. But none of this feels like a deal anymore.

"You saved me, Oliver."

"Saved you?" Oliver chuckles slightly, "You're saving me, Haze."

"Saving each other, then."

"How romantic," Oliver breathes out in almost a whisper.

It comes out like a thought that just barely escaped his lips. He turns around as he lets out his breath and locks eyes with me. My whole body feels hot at his gaze that starts roaming my body. His eyes fall to the 'smile' that's embroidered on the hoodie and his hand goes up to it. His thumb brushes over it when his eyes shoot back to mine.

"Am I ever gonna get this back?"

I shrug and smile at him, "Only when the smell goes away."

"I can make sure it doesn't."

I'm about to ask how when I feel Oliver's lips against mine. His chest is immediately flushed against my own. His force pushes me back and I wrap my arms around his neck before we fall onto the bed, making ripples all around. I can't help but laugh into the kiss a little at the sensation.

My legs are on either side of Oliver and he's still pressed up against me. He grabs my thighs and lifts me up, a small yelp escaping my lips. He smiles into the kiss. I wrap my legs around his torso so I don't fall, but that fear soon ends when my back hits the wall.

I gasp slightly when I do and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. With each little dance of our tongues he presses himself closer to me.

One of his hands starts roaming under the hoodie, taking its time to outline every stretch mark. He hovers over my scar for a second before I bring my hand over his and press it down onto my skin. He rubs the scar with his thumb.

I pull on his hair slightly, trying to take some control in my basically helpless situation. When he groans, I know I got a reaction out of him. In return he stops kissing me on the lips and pulls my head to the side. His lips connect with the soft spot on my neck and I moan when he finds just the right spot.

"Oliver," I whisper out.

"Hey guys, here's the, oh my, I just walked in to fifty shades of Grey."

We stop abruptly at the sound of a voice. I drop my legs and Oliver backs away once he knows I'm on the ground safe. We both turn to look at who came in.

Grayson, with his goofy smile, is standing with his hand still on the handle, "There's locks on doors, ya know."

I want to roll my eyes but I'm still flustered from the whole situation. My cheeks are flaming red and I just lean against the wall for support. I look at Oliver and let him respond.

"There's something called knocking."

"I did knock, you two were too loud to hear it."

My cheeks somehow manage to get more red than they already were. I didn't think we were that loud but then again, I wasn't really paying attention to that. There were other things on my mind, still on my mind. This cannot be happening. I'm standing, embarrassed for my life, because Grayson Adams caught me making out with Oliver Grey. That sentence should not exist.

Oliver rolls his eyes for me and walks up to Grayson, "You can get out now."

"You're not gonna invite me to the party?" Grayson laughs as he starts closing the door.

"It's fifty shades of Grey, not Grayson."

"Good one," Oliver smiles to me once Grayson closes the door.

"Now there's two of them! I'm going to die," I can hear Grayson dramatically giving his monologue to the paintings in the hall as he makes his way.

I laugh and walk to the bed, collapsing down on it so the ripples make me sway. I hear Oliver lock the door before coming up and staring down at me.

"Usually, one gets in the bed."

"I knew that," I say but make my way into the covers.

The silk is smooth on my legs and I can't help but move them around under the sheets. It's a weird feeling with the waterbed underneath me

as well and I giggle lightly. I look up to Oliver and see him making his way to the couch in the corner of the room.

"What are you doing?"

"Sleeping on the couch."

I look to the couch and then back to the big bed and then back to Oliver, my eyes staying on him.

My heart beats quickly as I ask my next question, "Wanna sleep in the bed? It's big enough for the both of us."

"You wanna sleep with me, Haze?" Oliver crosses his arms and gives me a smirk with a raised eyebrow.

"Never mind," I say with a joking tone, "Your big head wouldn't fit."

Oliver walks up to the bed and collapses down onto it. The ripple making me rise a significant amount. He sits up and gets under the covers with me.

I stare at him, suddenly feeling a little awkward at this whole situation. There's a weird space between us we've never had. I stay still but Oliver then looks at me. His arm lifts up like it had just hours ago in the living room. A sign of his that I should cuddle up against his chest. I accept his arm and wriggle myself against his side before settling down. My legs are slightly drooped over his and one of my hands lays lazily on his stomach. He looks down at me and smiles, that genuine small smile of his.

"Wanna watch something?"

"Something that's not rated G please," I smile back.

"American Pie?" He asks.

I shrug my shoulders as best I can, "Never seen it."

Oliver gasps in fake horror, "You haven't lived!"

I roll my eyes at him even if he's not looking at me anymore, he's concentrating on finding the movie on the tv.

"So dramatic."

"Don't roll your eyes."

He scrolls for a little longer before he clicks on a movie. He settles down into the bed better, filling it with ripples once again. He claps twice and all the lights shut off. The only light left emitting from the tv itself.

Of course this house has clap activated lights, it just wouldn't be Grayson Adams' house without them. I clap twice to watch all the lights turn on and smile at the ceiling. I'd always wanted these when I was young and my parents had the money for it. Guess I just had to wait ten years for that Christmas wish to come true.

Oliver claps again to turn the lights off and settles his arm around me. He pokes my arm with his finger and I look at him when he does so. He's already staring at me smirking.

"Pay attention, it's a classic."