Page 102 of Revival

She’s in here.

Who the hell are you?

My name’s Spencer—

I don’t care what your name is. Get out of my mom’s bed!

Keep your voice down.

…

Is she sick?

She has a migraine. She get those a lot?

Yeah, kind of. Did she get some medicine?

I didn’t get a chance to find it.

I’ll get them. I’d really prefer if you weren’t still lying with her when I come back. It’s weird.

Get used to weird because I’m not leaving her right now.

What are you, her boyfriend?

I’ll leave that up to her to explain

Gross. I should have stayed at Lincoln’s house.

The voices face away.

A firm handon my shoulder gently shakes me awake. “Mom?”

“Ollie?” I blink slowly. A familiar shape materializes before my face, illuminated by the light from the hallway.

If Oliver’s standing there, and there’s a warm heat behind me, that means I’m still lying on Spencerohmygod.

I shove myself upright, immediately groaning and clutching my head at the sharp bolt of pain. The sleep seems to have taken the edge off, but the quick movements bring some of it straight back.

“Mom, it’s okay. Stop.”

“Settle down, gorgeous,” Spencer rumbles from behind me.

Ollie pins Spencer with a glare over my head. Spencer must give him a nonverbal instruction because my son turns his attention back to me. His face is pinched in annoyance.

“At least you guys aren’t naked,” he mumbles under his breath.

Spencer chuckles, the vibration pleasant against my back. I sink deeper into him.

“Here.” Ollie shoves a few pills in my hand and extends a glass of water. “Take them.”

“Thanks, baby.”

Ollie seems to pretend Spencer isn’t here. “Are you okay?”

I chase the pills with a gulp of water. “I’ll be good as new after a nap.”

“Does he really have to join you?”

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