It was a normal afternoon, in which Oliver had just returned from his Quidditch training, like every day. He was showering in the bathroom of your room, a few minutes later he came out, without a shirt and only sports shorts, he approached you and hugged you.

You felt his hand under your shirt and quickly took it off, he frowned and quickly stuck his head under your shirt and spoke.

"I'm tired, just let me be close to you, so I can hug you, I need you."