It wasn't awkward waking up to a sleepy sex haired Oliver. It was rather cute and adorable that I had to take a picture…or pictures.
Once he was awake he walked around my dorm half naked, using my sheet to cover up down there. He looked through our scattered clothes.
“What you lookin’ for oli?” I asked sitting up by my elbows.
“My fucking boxers, seen them anywhere?”
“Nope.”
“Screw it, I’m staying like this.”
I only had on my bra and a Thunder Cats boxers. It would've been his, but since we couldn't find them I found mine.
We made food and sat on my bed watching cartoons. Childish I know. But it didn't matter.
I looked up at my ceiling randomly. I chuckled as I looked back at the TV. Oliver looked at me.
"What's funny?"
"I found your boxers." I said smiling at the boxers that were hanging from the ceiling fan.
He chuckled standing on my bed. He jumped off while snatching his boxers.
"nice." he said.
He took off the sheet and started to pull them up. But stopped half way to his knee.
"Like what you see?" he said looking at me.
"Um...” I looked away and blushed.
"I take it as a yes." he said.
"You guessed right." I whispered.
He smirked coming closer to me. He rested his fists on the bed by my sides and leaned forward.
"I’ll make you a deal. I'll take'em off if I get to take off this little… thing that I found in your closet; that you will wear for me."
Our nose touched. Eyes locked. Slow breaths. I nodded. "Deal"
He pecked me and then bit my lip as he pulled away.
As he came out, I saw that in his hand was a see through black lacy undergarments.
"I didn't know I had that." I said.
"Too bad sweetheart. I deal is a deal."
I guess he was right. A deal was a deal.
