I woke on the couch the next morning to find Oliver sitting in the loveseat, watching the dwindling fire. He didn't see me watching him which meant he didn't see that I read the worry on his face. I hated the burden he carried, but I knew I couldn't do much about it until he shared the burden.
Braeden had assured me last night they tried to get Oliver to talk about whatever bothered him, but Oliver clammed up anytime they prodded him. I told Braeden they should let it go and I would speak to him.
"Did you have fun last night?" I asked. "I know I did."
"I can still taste you on my lips." He smiled and at least for that moment I thought everything would be okay. His smile then grew. "I have to admit I want to try what Braeden did. I guess I never thought about it until I watched it. It d
