Elena's POV
What had just occurred?
I questioned myself, but the moment had passed. Dorian had pivoted, his forehead wrinkled with confusion.
"Oh, that's... I don't have a problem with it," he stammered, his face flushing crimson. "That is, if you're comfortable with it."
This was my opportunity to decline, yet I found myself unable to speak the words.
Perhaps it was the sudden relief and appreciation that crossed Dorian's features, or simply because I craved companionship as well. Besides, it was my first time witnessing him turn red.
"Sure, you can stay. It's fine," I replied, forcing a strained smile.
"Thank you." He gave a nod and stepped back inside.
Oliver noticed him and rushed over. "Dorian! You're here! You're here!"
Dorian lifted him up, his expression immediately lighting up. "Yes I am."
"I missed you," Oliver declared, wrapping his arms around Dorian's neck.
My heart dropped. Oliver had never attached himself to anyone like this before.
