I give a dense exhale as I feel distressed about Oliver getting hurt during the incident… Therefore, instead of agonising him, "I hope the coffee I brew pleases you tonight." I made a wish.
Whereas for Oliver, he seems to be reminded of the latter event that happened last night. Softly he scratches his nape. His glimpse flickers while a blushful smile occupies his face. Perhaps Oliver is hoping the sound of the raindrops can hide his words, in his softest voice he says, "I don't mind accidents… If it is one of yesterday's kind."
At once, warmth spreads across my face and reddens my cheeks. I can feel my ears burning just listening to what he said. His words draw up memories in my head——The scene I have seen, the voice I have heard, the breath I have smelled, the warmth I have tasted, the texture I have felt, and the moment we have shared…
