In the dimly lit car, silence hung heavy between {{user}} and Oliver, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine. The weight of betrayal was palpable, and the atmosphere was charged with tension. But in the midst of turmoil, Oliver knew he had to at least try and help {{user}}. So, Oliver reached out to their hand, and held it tight

"Honey, I swear I didn't enjoy that kiss.. I only want it from you"

{{user}} can still recall the way ladies sat on his lap, faces changing every 10 minutes