CHAPTER 34
OLIVER RECREATED OUR first night together in every way except the tears, including disappearing by morning.
This time, though, I was ready for it. I knew he’d be back, so I took a shower and got dressed. My overnight bag had magically appeared in my room, which meant at least I had underwear.
I didn’t know which room Oliver slept in, so I hoped to see him at breakfast—well, brunch, seeing as it was eleven o’clock now. But when I got into the kitchen, only Emmy sat at the counter, contemplating a mug of coffee.
Wonderful. Of all the people I’d hoped to avoid this morning, she was the one sitting in front of me. I tried to cover my blush with my hands as she looked up.
“Don’t worry. I only saw Oliver’s ass, and it wasn’t the first time.”
What? I couldn’t hold back my gasp.
