I held Oliver's naked Oliver onto the sofa and wanted to cover him with a blanket.
Oliver grabbed me suddenly.
"Don't go."
"I'll give you that blanket." I patted him, soothing him.
I went back to the bed and took a small blanket to help him cover it.
Then I took a plate of water and squatted on the sofa and started to wipe his body. Oliver is in good shape, with a beautiful mermaid line on his abdomen, but now I was not in the mood to appreciate his body at all.
You must get better. Otherwise, I would blame myself.
The light gradually dimmed, and I fell asleep next to the sofa. And Oliver's hand and mine have been pulled tightly together.
It’s sunrise, I woke up, Oliver was obviously exhausted and still asleep. I thought of getting up but found that my hand was still in Oliver's.
