"Oh, I'm sorry, Davis," Oliver threw back. "I'll just leave you alone with your book then." He said with a grin. Really, he knew how bad he smelled, but he'd just spent the entire morning running and hadn't yet showered. What did Tracey want from him? He knew that she probably wouldn't appreciate the comparison, but her cousin always complained just as much when he decided to slip back into bed without showering. It wasn't something he actually tried to do unless he was trying to annoy Jonathan. It was easier just to go take a shower. More relaxing for that matter too.