      Lately Oliver and Claudia's apartment had started to feel...small. Sure it wasn’t exactly a mansion but it was spacious for a city apartment, however over the last few weeks (or had it been months?) it felt as if the two of them were always on top of each other. He felt like he couldn’t turn a corner without bumping into her, and it was beginning to get dangerous, he had already broken two mugs and Claudia nearly knocked over a vase of flowers.Â
Not to mention this unspoken war between them that had started around the time the apartment started to feel so damn small. It was a war that’s weapons mostly consisted of a lack of clothes and not much else. He supposed that this was inevitable after so many years pretending that there wasn’t something between them, that they really were just friends, before all the feelings that they had pushed down came bubbling out.Â
He was currently standing by the bathroom door, dripping water all over the tiled floor, waiting until he heard Claudia’s soft foot steps. Should he have just rushed back to his room like any sane person would do after they get out of the shower? Yes, but Oliver wasn’t a regular roommate.Â
He swung the door open when he heard Claudia right out the bathroom door. “Oh hey Claud.” He drawled, trying to act casual even though the only thing protecting his modesty was a measly hand towel. “Did you know we didn’t have any full sized towels in there? Weird right?”
