(Elena P.O.V)
I feel completely rested. I stretch my limbs, turn around, and lay on my stomach like a starfish harboring the entire bed, Oliver's smell engulfs me, and I immediately love it. I hear the water being turned off in the bathroom; I stuff my face in Oliver's pillow, enjoying the carefree feeling I'm having until I have to get out of this bed and face my responsibilities. I groan alone at the thought of it. Ugh, responsibilities, why do they even exist.
"I see you're enjoying the bed; got any more room for me?" I hear an all too familiar voice saying. I pull my face away from the pillow, turning my head around to look at the owner of the voice. My jaw almost hits the floor as I see the god that is standing before me. Oliver is only wearing a towel around his waist that is hanging dangerously low, his hair is damp from the shower, and his body is covered in water droplets. I can see some gliding over his six-pack, and my mouth waters at the sight of him.