Page 57 of When I Was His

"Is that how you see me? As a playmate?" I questioned, my heart skipping a beat at the implications.

"No. You’re so much more than that," he assured me, his words sending a warm rush through me.

I returned his smile before taking another bite of my second cinnamon bun, savoring the decadent flavor. They were delicious, undoubtedly baked with plenty of butter. A pang of guilt crept in as I contemplated the potential impact on my waistline. I'd been lucky my freshman year, avoiding the dreaded freshman fifteen, but I knew I needed to be mindful.

"So what do you have on the agenda today? Should I go home now that you fed me?" I inquired, shifting the conversation.

"I would like you to stay, but only if I’m not keeping you from something," Oliver replied, his gaze soft with concern.

"I have nothing going on, but it’s what I might be keeping you from," I confessed, my thoughts racing with possibilities.

"It’s nothing that can’t wait. I’d rather spend time with you," he insisted, his words washing over me like a soothing balm.

Oliver leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a coffee-laced kiss that ignited a spark between us. I eagerly deepened the kiss, losing myself in the sensation of his touch.

“You’re making me crazy. I think it’s time for me to take a cold shower," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.

"Where should I wait for you?" I asked, anticipation coursing through me.

"My bedroom or the study. The choice is yours," he offered, his voice low and inviting.

My pulse quickened at the thought of being alone with Oliver, my mind racing with possibilities. As he helped me from my chair and escorted me to his bedroom, my stomach tightened with anticipation. Maybe today, I’d catch a glimpse of Oliver in his boxers.

A thrill ran through me as I allowed myself to hope. As we passed by the chef and waitress cleaning the kitchen, Oliver nodded at them, a silent acknowledgment of their presence before leading me into his private sanctuary.

I sat down on his bed while he showered, snuggling into his soft comforter. I almost fell asleep until Oliver came out of the bathroom with a thick white terry cloth towel wrapped around his waist. I opened my eyes and ogled him. I still couldn’t believe how hot he was.

Oliver turned and I quickly closed my eyes, but he was wise to me. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked my hair.

“Were you watching me?”

I opened my eyes and smiled, “I can’t help it. You’re hot.”

“You’re the one that’s hot.”

I moved my hand to his thigh and began to rub. He put his over mine to stop me.

“Don’t start.”

“Why not?” I pouted.

“Because. The time isn’t right.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do. Now behave.”

He got off the bed and went into the walk-in closet. I could see part of him, and when he removed his towel to slip on his boxers, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. His taut ass was beautiful and muscular. My core tightened, thinking about digging my nails into it while Oliver fucked me. I couldn’t take it and turned to face the window.

I could see out to the patio from his bed. The table we ate breakfast at was clean and the umbrella was now in the closed position. It was nice to be served once in a while. I could get used to this, but we were just starting our relationship. Maybe Oliver would find something out about me that he didn’t like and end us.

I still hadn’t revealed to him about my father. If he did any research on me, he would’ve known about the murder. I was sure once I had a nightmare, startling him out of a deep sleep, he wouldn’t want to bother with me. I had already lost a boyfriend once before because I couldn’t stop waking up screaming. It was only a matter of time.

“Ryleigh, what’s the matter?”

I turned my head to see him dressed in a pair of pressed gray shorts and white polo shirt. His sandy hair was neatly combed, thick on the top and short on the sides.

“Nothing. I was just thinking about….” I fumbled for a topic. “About how beautiful your patio is. I really enjoyed breakfast.”

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