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HEY GUYS IT'S MEEEE! (You guys hate me I know and I'm sorry) I AM BACK WITH A NEW BOOK! This is a Oliryan Oneshot book and if you guys have smut or fluff prompts, I'll gladly use them! Just put it in the comments. I will make more books like this soon (OH SO SOON TRUST ME)
The cold words hung in the air between them, a suffocating weight that echoed Ryan's shattered heart. Oliver's cruel accusations had pierced his soul, leaving behind a gaping wound that threatened to swallow him whole. Hours had passed since their bitter argument, but the pain still lingered, a persistent reminder of the chasm that had opened up between them.
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the apartment, Oliver's resolve crumbled. Guilt gnawed at his conscience, whispering words of regret that he could no longer ignore. He had been blinded by his own anger, uttering things he didn't mean, and now he yearned to make amends.
With trembling hands, he knocked on Ryan's bedroom door. Silence met him for a moment, stretching into an eternity, before a muffled voice uttered a hesitant, 'Come in.'
Oliver stepped inside, his heart pounding in his chest. Ryan was sitting on the edge of the bed, his body tense, his eyes red and swollen from tears. A surge of compassion washed over Oliver, mingling with the gnawing guilt.
'Ryan, I'm so sorry,' he whispered, his voice barely above a murmur. 'I shouldn't have said those things. I didn't mean any of it.'
Ryan looked up at him, his gaze filled with a mixture of pain and disbelief. 'Why, Oliver?' he asked softly. 'Why did you say those things?'
Oliver sat down beside him, his hand reaching out to gently caress Ryan's cheek. 'I was angry,' he confessed. 'I was jealous that you were spending more time with your friends than with me. But I know that's no excuse.'
Ryan reached up to cover Oliver's hand with his own. 'I'm glad you realize that,' he said, his voice trembling slightly. 'I was hurt, Oliver. I felt like you didn't care about me anymore.'
Oliver leaned in close, his breath warm against Ryan's ear. 'I do care about you, Ryan,' he murmured. 'More than anything in the world.'
A shudder ran through Ryan's body as Oliver's soft, gentle lips brushed against his. It was a tentative kiss, filled with both apology and desire. Ryan responded with a moan, his body melting into Oliver's.
Their passion ignited like a wildfire, consuming all thoughts of the pain that had come before. Oliver's hands moved over Ryan's body, caressing him with an intensity that made him feel cherished and adored. Ryan returned the favor, his fingers tracing patterns on Oliver's skin, igniting a fire in him.
As the night wore on, their lovemaking became more and more tender, each touch, each caress, a testament to their bond. The harsh words they had spoken to each other faded into insignificance, replaced by soft whispers of love and forgiveness.
In the end, they lay together in the afterglow, their bodies sated, their souls intertwined. The pain of their earlier fight had been washed away, leaving behind only the memory of their love, stronger and more resilient than ever before.
