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"Me, too." I nodded. We lay in bed, still wrapped in our towels from the shower. "You are quite sweet when you want to be, aren't you?" I stared at him in surprise as I stroked the side of his face.
"I thought I was always sweet," he said, laughing. He leaned forward and kissed me. "But we should probably get going soon because Foster will be wondering where we are."
"He will be," I said, nodding, feeling slightly upset.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Oliver said to me immediately, and I blinked at him.
"What do you mean?"
"Your eyes just fluttered, and then you got a sad little expression on your face for a couple of seconds. Why are you upset?"
"I don't know." I shrugged.
"Do you regret us making love?" he said softly, and I stared at him, surprised at the terminology he used. At least he was trying to be nice. I'm not sure how I would've felt if he'd said something like, "Are you upset that we fucked?" or "Are you upset that we banged?" Not that I considered what we'd done as making love. Yes, it had been amazing, and, yes, I was pretty sure that I was in love with him. But he wasn't in love with me, and I didn't even want to fool myself for a moment that he was.
"No, I'm not regretting it at all," I said. "It's probably the single most amazing night of my life."
He grinned and nodded. "That's what I like to hear."
"It's just I always imagined that the first night that I…" I paused and bit down on my little lip. "Made love," I whispered.
"Yeah, what about it?" he said.
"Well, I just always imagined that the guy would cuddle me and hold me close and well, you know."
"Oh," he said. He stared at me for a couple of seconds. I could see a light in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "I understand." He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "I mean, I do have one idea."
"What's that?" I said.
"We could stay the night."
"But we can't, Foster."
"We could stay the night and go back late tomorrow morning and say we woke up early and had breakfast."
"What?" I said. "Foster wouldn't believe that."
"He'd have no reason to think that we lied if we were convincing about it." He gave me a short smile. "I mean, it's risky, of course. He could come out in the middle of the night. He could wake up super duper early." He shrugged. "But if you really want to spend the night together, that's an option."
"But what if he found out? He would—"
"Hey," he said, "let's worry about that if it happens."
I smiled at him happily. "So you don't mind spending the night with me?"
"Of course not," he said. "I've always wanted to spend the night with you, the whole night. I've always wanted to hold you in my arms and kiss you and who knows? Maybe you'll be lucky enough to wake up to some morning sex."
"Maybe I'll be lucky enough?" I started laughing. "Really, Oliver? Maybe you'll be lucky enough."
"Hey, I would be the lucky recipient, yes. I do agree with that."
"Dude, it would be like you won the lottery."
"It would be like I won ten million dollars in the lottery," he said. "I mean, I already feel like I won a million."
"Oh?" I said.
"Yeah, just this moment right here, right now, being with you, talking and not arguing." He gave me a look.
