Page 97 of Game on, Love

I was falling for him.

It didn’t matter if I had decided that I was going to let him in or not, no, because it was like the path was familiar to him, and he had walked through the cracks in my walls and reached my heart nonetheless.

29

Raina

THE COLD WATER LEFTan almost painful feeling on my face. The chill of it seeping into my skin as I tugged a hoodie—probably Oliver’s—over my head. Over the last two months, I’d gradually built up my wardrobe to what it once was, but there was just a different comfort to wearing his hoodies that hung over my body.

Last night, I’d taken a long hot shower before we sat downstairs to watch the documentary—that was also my decision because I could appreciate it in all its glory in their theatre room, but lounge chairs, loud music and a dark room with flashing lights, when I was already yawning every couple minutes, sounded like a combination for a migraine instead. However, I think I still managed to stay awake for another 40 minutes after completely crashing out. The last thing I remembered was when Oliver carried me back to my room, and tucked me under before the world went dark.

Considering I’d spent over twelve hours in bed, I should be feeling well rested; sadly, therewassuch a thing called over consumption, even when it came to sleeping, because I felt like I woke up with a major hangover, not from a well-rested sleep.

Walking in the kitchen, I instantly spot Oliver who was sitting on one of the kitchen bar chairs as he typed away something on his laptop. As though feeling my presence in the room, he looked in my direction andOh.

My body immediately brightened once I noticed that he was wearing a pair of reading glasses, which instantly changed his profile. His everyday vibe that screamed athletic but smart hadchanged to this studious nerd but hot vibe that sent flutters in different parts of my body.

Without thinking—which I’d noticed happened quite often when I was around him—I walked over to him as he opened his arm and I leaned on his side. A sigh left my lips as he ran his arm down my back.

“I thought you weren’t going to let me mess up my sleep schedule,” I grumbled, wrapping my arms around him, trying to soak in the heat he was throwing off.

He chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of my head, “Ididtry, but I was given the option to politely leave the room or have another meeting with a pillow on my face.”

My nose scrunched up as I looked up at him. “I thought I dreamt that.”

I didn’t think that, because now that he had said it, I could remember the threat vaguely as the memories came back to me.

“You dreaming about me, love?” He grinned.

“Clearly not if it actually happened?” I teased before tilting my head. “But to be sure, if between us anyone has been dreaming, it has been you.”

“All day, every day.” He nodded.

I shook my head at his directness, but I could feel my face heating up. As he pressed a kiss on my temple, I turned to look at his laptop. He had a document open along with what looked like some finance reports, and I frowned. “What are you working on?”

“Just something for Mum. I saw she was struggling with some bits when I went home,” He replied, but there was a… shy tone in his voice, and my heart warmed. “And I’ve got free time before my schedule picks up, considering all things go as planned, and I already have the means to do it, so why not.”

“That’s really sweet of you,” I whispered, and he gave me a smile before shrugging. That’s when I realised how easy it wasfor him to say sweet things to me, but when it came to hearing them, he really had no clue how to take them.

“What?” He asked, noticing the flicker in my eyes.

I shook my head lightly. “I like your glasses. They suit you.”

And just like that, that smile was back.

Oliver King’s love language was words of affirmation.

I bit my lip as the thought crossed over me. I always thought it was physical touch—I mean, it wasn’t my fault; pretty much all signs pointed towards that. I just didn’t realise until then that it was what he liked to show his affection in, but when it came to receiving, it was different.

“Have you heard back anything about dad and his meds?” I asked. We had only texted briefly about it when he went home, so I wasn’t too sure when they were supposed to get the reports back.

He sighed. “I mean, he definitely feels better this week, but they are still waiting to see if it’s just a slight remission or it was actually just the meds. I think his appointment was this morning, so we’ll know in a couple of days.”

I nodded, running my hand on his back as he took a deep breath.

Clearing his throat, he pointed to the brown package on the counter. “Something came for you.”

I stepped out of his hold, and walked over to where it was and inspected the packaging before remembering what it was.