Eight
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Eloise woke up to Oliver stroking her face and watching her sleep.
She blushed and said ' how long have you been watching me you weirdo ' then giggled.
' not too long I've only just woke up ' Oliver said with a smile.
Olivers phone rang and it was Hannah.
Eloise said she'd go for a shower in her room but before Oliver could object her leaving the room she had rushed out.
Oliver answered the phone and chatted with his sister and niece.
When the phone call ended Oliver went through to Eloise and she was say on the bed wrapped in her towel with a sad look on her face.
' what's wrong angel ' Oliver sat down next to her and asked with concern.
' we shouldn't of done this Oliver. It was a bad idea I don't know how we're going to move past this. seeing Hannah call you just made me realise what we've just ruined. '
tears begin to appear in her eyes.
She couldn't help but worry about the relationships involved.
Oliver gave her a cuddle and and thought about it hard.
' I'll leave you to have a think about what we should do from here.'
He paused as he felt his heart break at the thought of losing what they'd just built up to.
Tears came in his eyes at the thought.
' just know angel I'll respect your decision and I won't hate you no matter what it is '
He kissed her head and went to his bedroom to decide whether he wanted to fight for her or if it was worth fighting for.
He didn't want to lose her completely so he'd rather going back to before if it meant keeping her in his life.
He'd have to forget her touch and her taste no matter how addictive it is to him.
Eloise sat crying.
She decided to wait to talk to him and just get dressed for the day.
She undressed and noticed the love bites he had given her throughout their time of making love.
She couldn't help but smile and get butterflies but even with those happy feelings she couldn't help but feel sad too.
why are you even entertaining the thought he would want you. that he'd upset his own blood for a mess like you. pathetic child
This thought made tears stream down her face.
She hated when her inner voice spoke to her like that.
Like she slapped herself in the face with harsh reality instead of living in the moment.
She dried her face then got dressed and did her hair and make-up in an attempt to lighten her mood.
At least she'd had the best birthday she'd ever had so no matter what the outcome will be at least it wouldn't of all been a hurtful experience.
She took her time to do her hair and her make up trying to avoid heading out to reality.
She felt bad for how she had broke down to him about it she didn't want him to feel guilty and to resent her because she'd forced him to risk his family.
Olivers POV
The wait was killing him.
Not knowing what exactly she's thinking about the situation, if she's okay, if she's stopped crying.
He didn't want to leave her but he knew that if anything him being there with her would make whatever decision she had to make so much harder.
He tidied his room and started tidying the house after to try to occupy his mind.
He usually didn't clean because they had cleaners in to do it but since there was a storm they couldn't get there.
Once he was done with some of it he found new appreciation for the cleaners and promised himself to tip them after each shift they had.
She still hadn't come out it had been nearly 3 hours since he left.
He wanted so badly to check on her but he was scared of what she might say.
He decided to make lunch while he waited and use that as an excuse to get her attention. He had made french stick with coleslaw inside.
Another one of her favourites he thought to himself.
He added chopped fruits in a bowl next to it and filled a tray of junk food too so that she had enough option.
Once he was done he went to knock but she was already on her way to the living room.
His jaw hit the ground when he saw her.
' you look beautiful ' he accidentally said out loud his face turned red from embarrassment realising he hadn't said that in his mind.
' come sit and we can have a talk moving forward ' Oliver said leading her to the lunch he had prepared for her.
' all cards on the tables now I want to talk about everything how you feel what you want all of it don't worry about anyone else I'm ready '
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