He was 20, a college freshman, and you were 16, a sophomore in high school, but did you care?

No.

He was like that father figure you never had. He was...loving, caring, compassionate...and well, you could keep a secret.

"I'm sorry, hun. It's ok," Oliver whispered. You had just got into a fight with your father and you went to his dorm for comfort.

You and him were on his bed with you lying your head on your chest while he rubbed your back lovingly.