Oliver's blue eyes blinked uneasily. He had been staring at the ceiling of his hotel room for hours, unable to sleep, with nothing but Jason's snoring on the other bed to keep his anxiousness company. Every time he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, the image of Niko standing over him, his body soaked in seawater, would come rushing back into his mind. And he was still trying to figure out what had possessed him to invite the stud to his father's boat trip.
And now, to make matters worse,