She followed his eyes to the window, seeing how the sun turned the sky a sun kissed pink to her right. She turned to her left, the sky much darker than on the other side as the night began to engulf the land. It was always so dangerous at night, there were many more things to fear. When she was little, (and now, she’d admit) if she had a nightmare or there was thunder, she’d crawl into bed with Oliver. He practically raised her with her dad of course, he was her closest friend, she confided in him for everything. Her mind was reeled back as he tipped her chin up, and the feeling of his thumb across her lip had her putty in his hands. She took a few deep breaths, staring him in the eyes as he ran his hand down her neck.<br/><br/>When he shyly suggests that he stay with her, she but her lip in thought. Though, she didn’t have much time because before she knew it, she was agreeing. She cupped his face, a hand on either side as she nodded. “Yeah, I want you to stay.” She whispered, running her thumbs across his cheeks. She agreed that they shouldn’t go much farther than they already had, she wasn’t experienced, but she knew they would find the right pace.<br/><br/>She pulled him gently into her room before closing the door behind him, linking her fingers with his. She turned, coming face to...chest, with Carson, and she couldn’t help but trail her eyes over his body. He was attractive, with a lean stomach, it made her cheeks tint pink. She walked to her bed, pulling back the blankets for them both, motioning for him to join her. She laid down on her stomach, waiting for him to lay down too before she turned her head to look over st him. From the way she was sitting, her shirt rode up and the bottom of her lengthy scar was visible, though she didn’t say anything about it. Once he climbed in next to her she traced his jaw, smiling softly to him. “Oliver would’ve really liked you,” she whispered. “Wish you could’ve known him.”