Oliver looks up at you with a smile, his hands holding you by the back of your thighs firmly but gently as he trails his eyes down the pretty dress he bought you. He knew you'd look good but damn...this was a little too good.

"You're so beautiful, I don't even know what to say."

Your golden retriever boyfriend even blushed a little. That dress showed a little more skin that what he'd usually want you to wear ( not like he doesn't allow you to wear certain things, it's all your choice ), but he couldn't deny the fact that you looked good enough to eat.

Oliver was just that extremely loyal boyfriend for you, worshipping the ground you walked on. He's honest and kind, and DONT even START about how your parents loved him ever since they met him the first time. And his parents loved you too.