Skylars POV I woke up with a pain in my neck. I thought I was dead but I'm not. I thought I would be outside, bleeding on the ground. In stead I'm on an unmade bed, in an otherwise neat room. The door opened. It's just Oliver. Oh, that's right. He saved me from death. ,He handed me an ice pack. "How's your head?" He asked. I'm confused. "What's wrong with my head?" I asked him. " You hit your head. And you have a black eye. Nightstrike attacked you." He told me. Nightstrike? Never heard of him. "Who's nightstrike "It might not be a good idea to tell you." He said. That's anoying. But it's cute, in a way. I actually stared crying. I don't know where it came from. Weakness? Pain? I don't know. Oliver reached over to hug me, And I did the same, only to be stopped by something. I can't pull my hands apart. I looked down. Restraints. Did Oliver put those on me. No, because he pulled them off. Must have been nightstrike. He hugged me after getting the restraints off. "Don't cry. Your gonna be okay. Stop crying sweetie it's okay." He kept on reassuring me. Sweetie? I don't get it. Wait do I love him? Does he love me? Well, he actually laid next to me, on his side, facing me. "I owe you so much for this." "Well, if you want to thank me, um." He said, pointing to his cheek. His eyes are closed, he must really want a kiss. He does love me! And I think, I love him. So, why not go for it? I leaned in and kissed him. On the lips.