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I held a pan tightly as I carefully flipped the pancake in it. My hair was tied in a messy bun and the only thing I wore was Oliver's shirt. I left him sleeping softly and I was glad that he didn't snore. Although that wouldn't make me like him less, I was a light sleeper so someone's snores could keep me up at night. 

I never thought that the great Oliver Woodling would be such a heavy sleeper and I expected him to be up before me. It was a struggle trying to untangle myself from his body without disturbing him but I figured that he was probably tired from his constant traveling.

Last night was amazing and I cherished every moment that I spent with him. Waking up next to him was pretty amazing and it almost felt too good to be true. A part of me wondered if I was expecting too much from my relationship with him. 

What if he only wanted a fuck buddy? Was I overreacting by hoping for a long-term relationship? I shook my h