Chapter 111: Problem

My eyes opened, and I found Oliver playing with my coils. A few of the braids had loosened last night during our artwork called Love, and he was currently twirling them between his fingers.

“You look too handsome for an early morning,” I muttered, fluttering my lashes. When they opened back up, I found him grinning.

"Well, thank you, queen gorgeous,” he said, pressing his soft lips against my temple.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, “Queen and gorgeous? Make up your mind, sir.”

“I can't; that's the problem. You are my queen because you rule my world, and you are gorgeous because look at you,” he said, his eyes flickering over what he could see of my body.

My cheeks grew warm, and I forgot my following line of words and pressed my lips together. Oliver always could do that to me, making me speechless. His compliment hit hard, and knowing he hardly ever had any planned out made it even more incredible.

I covered my face, and he pried my hands away. “I mean every word.”

“Any plans for the