***Aurora's POV***
Oliver carefully lays me on the bed without a word before making his way to the closet. When he returns, he's shirtless and wearing only pajama bottoms. He tosses a t-shirt, pj bottoms and fluffy socks at me then heads to the bathroom. I change quickly and wait for his return. He comes back and I watch as he silently reaches for a pillow.
"Oliver? A-Are you mad at me?" I ask sheepishly.
He freezes, his muscles tightening beneath his skin. After a few painful seconds, he sighs and turns to look at me. "No baby, I'm not," he replies calmly.
"Then why are you not talking to me?" I ask quietly. "Is it because I told you to stop in front of the pack?"
His face softens as he crawls onto the bed and pulls me into hug. My skin tingles under his touch.
"I'm not mad at you.
