Come What May, Pt. 88

by Fuchsia Deviant
originally published at 12:01AM on Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Peter smiles, and then kisses me on my forehead. “Good night my sweet. Thanks for another marvelous night.? Peter then rolls over, takes his sleeping pills, which he’s starting to become really fond of, and goes to sleep.

So, that’s why he doesn’t seem to mind how close we are. He doesn’t perceive Oliver as a threat because he thinks that he doesn’t have any actual interest in women. I’m thrilled. Shocked, of course, but thrilled. This just gives us more security for now. If Peter wants to think that Oliver is gay, then great. I won’t try to change his perception. It just reduces our chances of being found out.

I wait a few minutes until I hear him snoring, and then I get up, and walk to Oliver’s room. I reach Oliver’s door, but before I knock, I get an idea. I walk back to my room, and I pick up my toiletries and a change of clothes. I may as well take advantage of the opportunity Peter has afforded Oliver and I. I’m spending the night in Oliver’s room.