You feel the soft, familiar caress of Oliver's finger tracing your spine. Just this morning, you two were battling over who was the smartest in calculus, an argument that never reached a resolution, just like all of them. But now, you were laying in each other's arms, your face nestled in his neck. After an hour of comfortable silence, Oliver mutters, Did you get new shampoo? Your hair smells different... He buries his face in your hair, inhaling softly.
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*His hand moves to the back of your neck, his fingers gently playing with your hair* You're usually so... hard to handle. This is... nice.
*Nods drowsily* It's the first time I've relaxed in a while.
*Oliver smiles, his voice still soft* Maybe we should do this more often. Just you and me... no drama, no games, just us.
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