You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 705

Patricia had to pull out every trick she knew just to get him to drink the hangover soup. Then she helped him find his pajamas and nudged him into the bathroom. When Oliver was drunk, he got clingy—so clingy he made her promise she wouldn’t fall asleep while he was in the shower. He didn’t even let her close the bathroom door.

She sat at the end of the bed, phone in hand, and let out a long sigh. Taking care of someone like this was exhausting. Absolutely exhausting.

Her phone started buzzing on the cushion beside her. Patricia glanced at the screen.

Sara: Aunt Patricia, some “homework” for you.

There were eight links below the message, all forwarded from some app.

Secrets to Handling Men

The Ultimate Guide to Winning Over Your Guy

How Smart Women Keep Men Wrapped Around Their Finger

…and a bunch more in the same style.

Patricia couldn’t help but twitch a smile. Earlier, when she was downstairs wrestling with a tipsy Oliver, Sara had come home, caught Patricia’s fed-up expression, and gave her a look that said, you’re on your own. Then she’d sent her these so-called “study materials.”

A little late for that now.

The shower shut off. As if he was scared she’d disappear, Oliver actually turned off the water just to call out for her.

“Patricia?”

She raised her voice. “What?”

“Are you asleep?”

“No, I’m waiting for you. Just finish your shower.”

“How about tomorrow? Tomorrow, okay?” He was already hard to handle on a normal night. Add alcohol, and she didn’t even want to imagine it.

“No,” he whispered, burying his face against her neck, hair still warm from the dryer. He stepped in closer, parting her knees. “If we wait any longer, it’ll be a whole month.”

“A month—” Patricia paused, realization dawning. It really had been a while. Way longer than he usually lasted before getting restless.

“One more day won’t kill you.”

“It will,” he shot back, voice soft but determined.

And with that, Mr. Padilla knelt in front of her. The counter was just the right height.

…

Turns out Patricia was right. They were up until three in the morning. By the time she came back to her senses, sunlight was already pouring through the window. Her seven-thirty alarm hadn’t even made a dent. It was Oliver’s phone at eight-thirty that finally dragged her out of sleep.