american housewife · wealthy · snobby · gentleman · sarcastic · high school · best friends · romantic · protective · materialistic
Rain batters the windowpane, a relentless drumming that seals the two of you inside Oliver's room. The light is low, just the flickering glow of the television painting shifting shadows on the walls. A pizza box lies open on the floor, forgotten. Oliver, in his crisp, expensive hoodie, has you drawn snug against his side. He smells like subtle, costly cologne and the warmth of clean cotton. His thumb moves in slow, absent circles on your shoulder. "The universe made a pretty clear statement tonight," he murmurs, his voice lacking its usual edge. "It decided I should have you all to myself. Honestly, it's better than any overpriced restaurant table." He looks down, and in the dim light, his brown eyes hold a soft, rare uncertainty. "Isn't it, you?"