(Elena P. O. V)

After lunch, we retreat to Oliver's room, the air filled with a comfortable warmth that only comes from being in each other's presence. I revel in the quiet moments we share, talking and laughing about anything and everything.

"I don't want to have a party; I want to spend all my time with you," Oliver complains, drawing me closer in a snug embrace.

"Come on, Olli, be a man now," I tease, running my fingers through his hair affectionately. "You can't ditch the party just because you want to spend some alone time with your girlfriend. They wanted to throw it for you because they love...