34: Sharing Is Caring

This blanket is really heavy. Warm.

There's a weird voice coming from somewhere that wakes me up. The sunlight peaks through the blinds just slightly. I have to blink several times to get used to the lighting and to get the sleepiness out of my eyes. I turn to lay on my stomach and a heavy weight falls across my stomach.

Oliver's arm is hanging out across my body his hand wrapping around my arm and pulling me in closer to him. I yelp a little at the sudden movement. Oliver's eyes squint open just a tad when I'm close and he gives me a small smirk.

"Morning."

That morning voice of his is even more sexy than usual today. I feel a turn in my stomach as he speaks. His hand starts rubbing my arm through the fabric of his hoodie.

"Good morning," I smile back to him.

He turns his body so that he's on his back so that he can face the tv that's causing the voices. His arm that was on my stomach is replaced by one that wraps around my shoulders. I look to the tv too, just to see some random movie playing. Oliver picks up a remote and turns off the tv.

"Guess we fell asleep."

I nod, "You're comfy."

My cheeks heat up at my own words. I shouldn't trust myself to act normal without my morning coffee. I'm more zombie than human before my daily drug intake of caffeine. Oliver is smirking at me but I ignore him.

"What time is it?"

He turns to the bedside table and picks up his phone, checking the time. He sets the phone down again and turns to me.

"8:23."

My eyes go wide as I recall Grayson saying that breakfast starts at 8:30am. That's only 7 minutes away. We're gonna be late for breakfast. In shock, I push myself out of bed, or at least try to. Oliver's arms wrap around me stop me. He's on his side, both his arms keeping me in. I try to break free of Oliver's hold, but he's holding me down to the bed.

"Oliver, we're gonna be late for breakfast."

"Cuddle with me for five minutes," He says groggily into the pillow.

I think about it for a second. If we stay in bed for five minutes we're only left with two to get ready. I'm supposed to brush my teeth for two minutes, not get my whole 'I woke up like this' routine done.

But Oliver's morning voice is really convincing. And if I'm being honest, I didn't see myself pulling a Houdini and escaping his hold sooner than those five minutes would be.

So I settle into his chest, wrapping one arm around his torso. He relaxes when I do so, one arm dropping to his side and the other staying wrapped around my back, rubbing random circles. I sigh and squeeze Oliver just a little bit. He kisses the top of my head and I imagine he's smiling that small genuine smile he has. If only I could see his face to confirm my thoughts.

We stay there in silence for the five minutes. Neither of us moving or speaking. We just take comfort in the presence of each other.

"Haze, it's time."

"No," I whine, actually enjoying the silence that's only filled by his light breathing.

"How the tables have turned."

I slap Oliver's side with my arm that's wrapped  around him, "I already told you you're comfy."

He doesn't say anything but starts sitting up. His arm that is around me drops so that he can push himself up to a seated position. His movement forces me to stand up unless I want to end up in an unnatural position. I sit up, sitting with my legs tucked under me, and stare at him. He's already smirking, standing at the edge of the bed.

"Two minutes, Haze."

My eyebrows raise and I jump out of bed. We can't be late to breakfast. What will the others think of us if we show up late? I need to make a good impression. I can't have Grayson Adams think I don't care for his hospitality. There's a golden plaque with Oliver's name on it and I have the audacity to show up late to the prompt 8:30 breakfast.

I run to the bathroom and do my best to look like I didn't just get out of bed and look like the long lost cousin of trash. My 'I woke up like this' isn't as natural as Oliver's. He just walks into the bathroom, brushes his teeth, runs his hand through his hair once, and walks out. He's still missing a shirt though. And then I realize I'm missing pants. I run out of the bathroom to try and find some clothes to wear. Preferably my bra and leggings.

"Wear these," Oliver hands me a pair of sweats and a different hoodie.

"Why?"

"Don't want them to think you only have one set of clothes," He smirks at me.

I roll my eyes, "Fine. I won't argue cause we're gonna be late."

I take the clothes and run back to the bathroom to change. The hoodie is baby pink and the sweats are black and a loose fit. Duh, they're Oliver's clothes. They smell like him and I sniff the hoodie before walking out.

"Lead the way," I extend my hand so that he can guide me through the big house.

He takes it and opens the door. We walk around, zigzagging a bit till the smell of breakfast and coffee takes over Oliver's smell of vanilla and teakwood.

"Yummy," I whisper to myself.

Oliver gives my hand a squeeze, pulling me forward. His hand in mine is moved to the small of my back as he opens the door to a large kitchen.

"Look who it is, Was it fifty shades darker when I left?" Grayson smiles when he sees us walk in.

I blush at his welcome and look around at everybody else who is seemingly caught up with Grayson's interruption last night. I guess there's no secrets in the world of Grayson Adams.

"You're just mad you weren't invited," Oliver says back, nonchalantly.

Grayson gasps and puts a hand on his chest in mock hurt, "Sharing is caring."

"Maybe if you could get your own you wouldn't need Oliver to share."

"Ooo, need some ice there?" Tyler laughs and pats Grayson's back.

Oliver looks at me and smirks. He rubs my back in approval of my comeback. His mouth words 'Hot' before looking back to Grayson. I feel the heat in my cheeks and I grab my silver chain, flustered. Grayson frowns, but I can see the amused gleam still in his eyes.

"What did I tell ya? There's two of them and they're out to get me."

"Not our fault you're dumb," Oliver laughs ever so slightly.

Maddy then speaks up, "Just come eat breakfast, will you?"

I smile and walk over to the table, sitting beside Grayson. Oliver sits beside me on the other side.

The table is elegantly set with several forks and knives for every different kind of food that's present. I didn't even know you could have some of these things for breakfast. Behind Maddy, who's in front of me, there's a private chef off in the kitchen cooking away some bacon. I go to pick up the coffee pot but someone appears behind me and does it for me. They ask if I want sugar or creamer and I shake my head with a 'No, thanks'.

I'm so shocked at everything that happens in this house. It may be smaller than Oliver's, but it's bigger and more extravagant than anything I experienced in my rich youth. I felt like I was the Queen of England here.

I look at the others that are sitting around the table. Ryder and Maddy are sitting beside each other holding hands. They look at each other every once in a while with such a loving smile. They're wearing matching Christmas pjs and they can actually work it. Tyler, that's beside Maddy, is wearing different clothes than yesterday. He's eating away, talking to Ryder about something sports related. Grayson is in pjs as well. His floppy hair definitely left untouched since last night, but he still made it work. His goofy smile always playing on his lips. Oliver was also in a new set of clothes. I am grateful that Oliver made me change into new clothes.

Grayson leans down to me and I turn my attention to him, "Your necklace looks familiar."

I instinctively look down and touch it.

"Familiar?"

Grayson nods and reaches out to touch it. He stops and looks at me for the go ahead and I nod. He picks up the chain slightly, moving it between his fingers. He's inspecting in carefully. Grayson drops it before speaking up again.

"Looks like the chain Oliver's mom had."

I look to Oliver. He's laughing lightly at something Ryder said. His hand falls to my thigh as he laughs. I stiffen at first at his touch, but relax as he starts rubbing circles with his thumb. The feeling is nice even through the fabric of his sweats.

I look back to Grayson, "I've had this since I was 14."

Grayson shrugs, "Just an observation. It has the little emerald in the clasp, her birthstone."

He looks away and joins in on the conversation everyone else is having. I stay silent and touch my chain.

I'd noticed the gem before but hadn't thought much of it. I'd always assumed it was part of the design even if it was weird to have a gem encrusted in the clasp of a necklace.

Oliver looks to me and smiles, his eyes going down to my necklace before locking back to my eyes. He gives me a questioning look, asking if I'm okay with his eyes. I shake my thoughts away and smile at him with a nod. My hand going to his that's on my thigh, rubbing my thumb across his knuckles. He nods and turns back to the rest of the table, as do I.

I laugh almost as much as I did last night. I join into the conversation every once in a while, saying a little one liner remark that makes Grayson scared at how similar Oliver and I actually are. And to think I always saw Oliver Grey as my complete opposite.