How He Saved Her

Chapter Sixteen

Aurora

I watch as his face morphs into something so unrecognizable on him. He looks mad, his eyebrows furrowed and his jaws set. "I'm sorry, your father?" I nod and he curses under his breath. 

"I knew it. That's fucking disturbing", he whispers. I looked up at him and put a hand on his chest. "I'm fine here though." 

"How could a father—"

"I'm fine here", I cut him off not wanting him to make me recall the moments again. I hold his face in my hands and he presses his forehead with mine and closes his eyes. We stay like that for a very long moment before Oliver opens his eyes and I watch as he looks down. Confused to what he is looking at, I follow him and find that one of my buttons popped open exposing my breasts. My skin warms and I pull away from him, quickly trying to close it. 

"If you wanted my mom to believe that we weren't doing anything, maybe you should've closed the button", he says to me his voice full of amusement. 

"Oh my God", I shriek. "We weren't doing anything, though." 

"I know that", he says and then smirks,"But does my mom know that?" I race out of his room silently shrieking and toward the guest room at the end of the hall. I can still hear his laugh even after I close the door. 

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"Morning", I say to his parents when I come down for breakfast. I put on the sweatshirt he gave me yesterday but kept the pajama pants on. His mom glances at me with a smile and his dad shares the same small smile. I look at Oliver to find him smirking. I walk past him and slap his head. He laughs and I take a seat beside him. 

"I can help around the house today", I say ignoring Oliver's laughter and his attempts on holding my hand. His mom looks at me and shakes her head,"No, what?" 

"Come on, I love cleaning. If you need any help, I'm free", I say to her. I turn to his father and say,"I haven't found the cream you were talking about for my ribs. Do you know where they are?" 

His dad looks at me and then turns to his wife. I take the moment to take Oliver's prying hand off mine but he only holds on tighter. He laughs and I slap his hand away. He retracts it and instead grabs the pot of coffee from the table. "I left it in the drawer in your room", his mom says and I take notice of the way she used the term 'my room'. How had they been so accepting to me? It makes my heart warm. 

"Oh okay", I say to her and his father gets up the table and towards Oliver's mom. I watch as he snakes a hand around her waist, whipsers something to her before planting a kiss on her lips. I blush and turn away instead to Oliver who is busy placing a toast in his mouth.

"Where is he going?", I ask and Oliver drops the toast.

"He is going out to play golf. Every weekend this follows: he eats breakfast, tells her he is going golfing, and then leaves with a fat kiss on her lips." He makes a gagging noise but I ignore him. Had my parents ever been this affectionate toward each other? I can't remember a time where they hugged unless it was for a holiday. 

"I don't think my parents were ever in love", I say to him quietly. 

"Had to be, they had two kids", Oliver says nonchalantly and I shrug. 

"I've never seen them hug, maybe at a time they were but then they weren't. That terrifies me", I admit. Oliver places a toast on my plate and says,"What does?" 

"Falling out of love", I whisper and he looks at me abruptly. His eyes flash with something before he looks away. "If I fell out of love with somebody I'd feel…well I don't know."