From the corner of Oliver's eyes, he deduced that the Alpha wasn't looking then he discreetly pulled his collar up to inhale deeply. Oliver almost let out a groan of satisfaction at the pheromones around him, so warm like the cocoon of blankets on a rainy day. It was truly weird, Altair's pheromones clearly smelled like winter but the person himself was the warmest and gentlest person Oliver had ever known. The two startling contrasts pulled Oliver's lips upward without him realizing. He decided that he didn't want to wash these clothes. Ever. And he didn't want to take it off either.
Lu Yizhou turned to find Oliver already succumbing to the comfort of the soft bed, expression drowsy. His eyes softened. "You have had a long day. You should rest."
"No...!" Oliver shot up sitting abruptly and only realized what he had done after seeing Lu Yizhou's eyes widening. He blinked rapidly as blush suffused into his cheeks. "I mean—you… are you going to leave?"