Sleeping on the bed, an abrupt tremor began in the ground, and Oliver was the first to open his eyes, taking a look at the lady who lay just beside him on the same bed.
"What's going on?" He said, the quiver he felt becoming more severe than earlier. He had to stand up from the bed, taking another glance at the lady.
He was basically unclothed, the only thing he had on his body was the brief he wore, covering up only the most sensitive area in his body.
"I have no choice, Avery, I am exiting," He uttered to himself as he picked up his trousers from the chair just by the side of the bed.
He tried to be as silent as he could, but, he wasn't still as quiet as he thought he could be, he made some slight shuffling noises. Soon, Avery began to wobble on the bed, stretching her hands to plop it on the person she thought to have still been sleeping beside her.
