Brandon is still serenely asleep when I go back to my room at four in the morning. I need to pack my things for the trip, and I don’t want to disturb him.
I hadn’t felt so safe sleeping with someone next to me for a while, other than my mother, but something inside me just doesn’t want to surrender all. I had to move out of the room, at least for the night.
The sky is clear and sunny as I go out at six. Oliver is standing next to a black SUV, settling the luggage inside. He’s dressed in a casual polo shirt, khaki shorts, and a pair of brown leather topsiders.
“Good morning, Ollie.” I approach him. My voice is still croaky.
“Wow, someone’s happy,” he remarks. Taking my suitcase, he shoves it into the compartment.
“That’s a lot of baggage. I thought we were only going to stay for a nigh
