Was It My Imagination?

Ella:

As I stepped out of the bathroom, Oliver was already standing with my pajamas I took them from his hand and wore them.

"Something strange happened to me, Oliver," I told him in a hoarse voice as Oliver just hugged me and comforted me.

"It must be a nightmare.." This is what he told me but no, I know very well it isn't any nightmare... it was f**king real, that pleasure, that pain. I felt everything..

"I don't want to sleep alone." I snuggled in his arms like a kitten. I know, I can't stretch this topic more without any solid proof.

"Okay, let's sleep in my room." He told me as he held me up and took me to his room. I blushed the way he was taking me like I am his bride.

I giggled while staring at his beautiful face while he just stared at me in confusion.

"What? You look weak that is why I am carrying you."

But I just smirked at him like stupid. Why he always takes care of me so nicely? Oh God, why he is so attractive and cute sometimes