“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Never, Ollie. I just want you to consider … consider giving me a shot. Consider me. That’s all I want, Ol. A chance with you.” A gentle kiss sweeps across my knuckles. “We can talk more about it in the morning.” He lifts me off him, pulling me against his chest as he settles us beneath the blankets, stuffing his face in the crook of my neck as he murmurs, “Banana bread.”
