Oliver whipped his head around, his expression the epitome of shock and disbelief. "What...?"
Did he just hallucinate or… no—how could such an offer come out of Altair's mouth? Oliver must have been dreaming of it. Yes, he must have conjured it up because he had fantasized too much about Altair and one of the scenarios involved the two of them living in the same house—and shamelessly, the same bed. Waking up to the sunlight streaming in through the gaps in the curtain, the Alpha's bronze skin illuminated by the daybreak, his soft breathing and arms around Oliver; everything he could have asked for. But no. Oliver slapped his cheeks with too much force than expected and offered the surprised Alpha a sheepish smile. "Did you just say something?"
Lu Yizhou repeated himself. "I was just asking whether you want to move in with me."
Oliver's eyes widened. So...he wasn't dreaming? He discreetly pinched his thigh and sucked in cold air. It hurts like hell, all right.
