Chapter 22 Oliver, The Flirt

• Kieran’s POV
• A long sigh slid past my lips as I laid on the bed, the comfy feel of the duvet pressing into my back. With how comfortable I was, it wouldn't take up to a minute for anyone in my shoes to fall asleep, anyone but me. Why? Because my mind was a whirlwind of emotions and for some strange reason, I couldn't bring myself to calm the raging storm that was swirling inside of me.
• Focus, Kieran. Focus.