42|to be your man

Liana Moore

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I tossed and turned in the bed maybe a hundred times. I felt puzzled to even catch a pinch of sleep. Oliver's words were all over my small brain.

He will offer his love.

Did he confess or what was that supposed to mean?

At this point, I was going insane. I needed to sleep, so I grabbed a pillow and slammed it on my face. Yes, I couldn't show up at work looking like a dead person. I needed to get enough sleep.

It was coming, good, good. Then his words echoed again. I groaned while fighting the pillow which I threw on the bed.

Suddenly, the lights went on. I woke Mary up.

"You can't sleep?" She asked. Her bed was across mine. We were separated by a lamp table and a purple carpet. Our beds were queen-sized, good enough for a comfortable night.

Mary's room in the worker's headquarters was the biggest, that's why I was able to fit in.

"I can't." I pulled myself up and leaned on the headboard.

She yawned then began getting up. "I will get you some warm milk." She s