Addison woke up the next morning to the feeling of mere suffocation.

Oliver's toned arm was draped over his mouth and nose, not a comfortable position to wake to, and it took everything in Addison not to bite the boy awake.

But, he took the mature way out and gently lifted the boy's arm and set it at his side.

A small smile twitched at the corners of his lips as he peered over at the sleeping boy beside him. Oliver's face was buried into the sheets, but he could still hear a faint sound of his snoring.

"Oliver." He whispered in his ear.

The boy shifted in his sleep,...