EVE FELL THROUGH the window onto the bed, laughing.
“Are you okay?” Oliver asked from outside.
Eve stuck her head out and nodded. “I’m good.”
“This is stupid, you know that, right?”
“Come on, this is kind of romantic,” she said.
Oliver replaced the screen and shook his head. “I’ll see you inside.”
Eve shut the window and changed her clothes. She’d showered at the cabin and now tried to towel-dry her hair so no one would notice it was wet.
Stepping out into the hallway, she bumped into Oliver’s mom and Beast, who was dogging her heels.
“Good morning, Maria.”
“Good morning, Eve. I trust you slept well?”
There was a sparkle in the short woman’s dark eyes that made Eve swallow hard. “Yes, very well, thank you.”
“I’m glad to hear it.”
Eve followed her into the kitchen, where Oliver was sitting at the table with his dad, reading the paper.
“Good morning, Oliver. And how did you sleep?”
“Oh, I slept excellently, Mom.” Oliver’s grin was teasing, and Eve almost groaned aloud.
“Eve didn’t disturb you?” Maria asked, smirking.
This time, Eve did groan and laid her head on the counter.
“Not in the least, Mom.”
Kill me now.
OLIVER’S PHONE ALARM went off Tuesday morning at five, and as he opened his eyes, it took him a moment to remember where he was. He sat up and glanced around the room. The hall light shining through the open door revealed a floral comforter across his lap and Matilda sleeping by his feet.
Last night, after they’d arrived back at Eve’s and she’d invited him up, he’d tried shutting the light off when they went to bed, but Eve had insisted it stay on. Finally, she’d admitted she was still scared of the dark, and when he’d teased her about it, he’d gotten a pillow to the face. That had led to wrestling around on her bed and dissolved into white-hot passion. At one point he’d thought they might break the bed it was squeaking so loud. When it was over, she had snuggled up against his side and whispered the sweetest words he’d ever heard.
“I love you, Oliver.”
Oliver reached for his phone on the nightstand and turned off the alarm. He was tempted to skip his workout this morning, just roll back over and kiss Eve awake, but when he glanced over at her, she looked exhausted. It was no surprise with how busy their weekend had been. He still couldn’t believe how fast the time had flown by.
Eve had eventually forgiven his parents for teasing her about sneaking out to see him and had even started to razz them back. His mom finally relented on letting Eve sleep in the cabin, if only to save her flower beds from being trampled. And even as Eve had blushed, Oliver grinned. He wasn’t going to object.
Not when it meant he got to hold Eve all night.
When they’d said good-bye to his parents yesterday afternoon, his mother had insisted that he be good to Eve and never let her go. He’d promised he was going to do his best to keep her happy.
“Good. Because I want grandchildren before I’m too old to pick them up.”
Oliver shook his head remembering, but it was funny; the thought of a future with Eve, a future that included a couple kids, didn’t sound too bad.
“What the hell was that god-awful noise?” Eve grumbled next to him.