NIGHT KISSES

Lois's POV

We were all seated at the garden in Uncle Luca's mansion, and I haven't for once stopped thinking about what transpired between Oliver and I, yesterday night.

After the little quarrel during dinner, Oliver hadn't spoken to me. I felt like he was angry at me. Through out the remaining time we ate, he said nothing.

After dinner, he mouthed a 'good night uncle' and headed straight upstairs. I came into the room after assisting Sofiah with the dishes and having a brief random chat with Uncle.

I entered the room, changed into my nighties and laid on the bed, with a novel of my favorite author in my hands. Nora Roberts always keeps it real.

Oliver walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, which was way too below his waistline, for my comfort and peace of mind. Walking to the front of the mirror, he picked up his armpit spray and applied it.

I just couldn't stand it anymore,

"Could you put on something decent, Oliver?" I muttered.

He didn't reply me, he just walked to the walk in closet and was busy changing into something when I stood up from my bed, ready to confront him.

He came out of the closet and saw I was blocking his way. He made a face, probably as to why I was in his front.

"Seriously!? Are you going to do this, Oliver?"

"Do what?"

"Ignore me."

'I'm not ignoring you, Lois"

"Then why haven't you said a word to me?"

"Because I have nothing to say"

He threw his face away and started staring at what I didn't know. Or rather, he was thinking.

"Oliver!!" I snapped, and he quickly looked back at me.

"Yes"

"I have been talking for a while now, and you just black out? Nice!!"

"Sorry...I'm sorry"

He heaved a sigh and facepalmed himself. Only if he knew what he was doing to me hurt badly. I didn't like it anytime he ignores me or acts like he doesn't care. It was then it struck me. This whole Mafia situation might be taking a toll on him. He's been taking care of a lot lately.

I suddenly felt bad for always expecting the best from him, when he was giving the best he could. I walked closer to him. I needed him to rely on me. I was his wife for Christ's sake.

"Is there a problem Oliver? You can talk to me about it." I spoke softly. "Come on Oliver talk to me. I'm worried about you" I proceeded to put my hands on both sides of his face. His face felt so cool, due to the effect of cold shower.

All he could say was

"Babe" A name I was fast getting used to, which was wierd. He seemed lost in thoughts, deep thoughts. I noticed his face hardened, and then softened almost immediately. He looked deep into my eyes and In no time I felt his lips on mine.

I was perplexed!

I didn't expect it, Oliver was freaking kissing me!! What the hell was I supposed to do? I just stood there, rooted in my place. I couldn't move, couldn't act. Nothing!

When my senses were finally back to action, after 15-20 seconds of the kiss, I pushed him away.

"Don't do that next time" I said as calmly as possible, considering my fast beating heart, while he just looked at me stoically.

I turned and walked towards the bed, but stopped on my tracks all of a sudden. I don't know what made me do it till now, but I turned 360 and walked back to Oliver who was still standing there looking shocked, probably at his own actions.

I quickly snaked my arms around his neck as I drew him in for another kiss. I was shocked at myself, but I couldn't help it. it was like I had to appease this burning hunger inside. I just wanted to feel him close so badly.

After a few seconds of shock, he grabbed my waist and drew me closer as he fervently responded to my hungry kisses. He pulled unto my hair as he plunged his tongue deeper into my mouth. Our lips fought for dominance and he won.

In no time we were in front of the bed. Oliver left my lips and worked his way down my neck, wickedly leaving love bites behind.

I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips, and he groaned in approval.

I was feeling this want deep inside, I just wanted him closer, as close as possible. He kept kissing my neck and my shoulders. He came up to my lips again, giving me one final kiss before we separated to catch our breaths.

I was so shaken, from our make out session, I couldn't make out a word. I just looked into his chest as he held my waist to himself. I let my head rest on his chest and I heard a rumble from him.

"Please babe, promise me you'll change into something better. For my peace of mind and for your own safety" He slowly said.

"Something is wrong with my night wear?"

"Everything is wrong with it. It's making me have this wild thoughts, and I don't want to. Cuz I'm scared of what I might do to that fiiiine body of yours"

"Oliver!!" I warned.

"Sorry, but it's the truth" He laughed.

I just chuckled, loosened my hold from him, as I walked into the closet and wore a mickey mouse knee length gown. I came out and he was already lying on the bed.

"Better?"

"Yes, much better. Come and sleep babe. I know it's been a hectic day for you"

I didn't argue, I just walked over to my side of the bed and laid down quietly. He dragged me closer to himself and wrapped his arms around me. For the first time in days, I felt safe, strong, and wierdly happy.

"Good night Babe"

"Good night Olly"

I slept soundly and well that night