Imela POV

"I will be late for class if you don't get up!" I yelled, hoping it got into the thick skull of the man on top of me and made him move.

"Same as me." He said but didn't look ready to move. "You do not see me complaining about it, do you?" He rolled his eyes.

I laughed because there was nothing I could do. Oliver was bigger and larger, and the only way I would escape was if he were to let me.

You would think that after five weeks of doing this every morning, he would tire, but he didn't seem tired.

He would wake up...