Chapter 4: Oliver
The incessant beeping pulled Oliver reluctantly from his deep nest of blankets. Wyatt had come home early the day before and made him dinner for the first time in a very long time. He had seemed distracted and attentive all at the same time. Oliver enjoyed the attention while it lasted, but had gone off to bed alone while Wyatt stayed up to go over paperwork for The Center. One bleary eye scanned the vast expanse of their bed and found no other signs of life. He wondered if Wyatt had even come to bed. And what the f**k was that beeping?
He checked his alarm clock and his phone, but that was not the source. He poured himself out of bed, trailing a sheet that became a shroud as he drifted down the hallway toward the sounds of rapid chatter that had joined the beep. This w
