#Chapter10

---Morning.

Oliver POV.

I woke up in the same strange bed, I can smell Jasper all over it. Maybe it's his own bed, last night he tried to tuck me in but I hadn't anyone do that since my father died. I refused, I also refused the idea of me having a daddy, I had a father and he's dead, no need to add salt to my injuries.

I can take care of myself, I’ve been doing that for over ten years, and there's also the fact that he can read my mind, I don't think I like that one at all. What if I want to think about...