It was strange how some things worked out. If you had asked him in January, when he was worried about remembering girls names that he'd shagged after horrible dates and had been fighting off groupies, Oliver never would have guessed that he might have had some hard lessons on what love wasn't that would have led him to the bed and arms of a woman who he was pretty sure could be perfect for him. He'd probably have called you mental if you said he would be rejecting Gwenog Jones, and completely nutter to think he might end up with her teammate Jessica Moran, but both things had come true. And as the light splashed over him and he stirred, one of his first thoughts was that he was a very different Oliver Wood than the one who had been punched in the face. Thankfully, he seemed to be a better one by all accounts.
Jessica's head on his shoulder woke him up a bit more, and he turned to look at her, giving her a warm, sleepy smile. "Morning, red. Another productive day," he said, running a thumb over the soft skin of her neck. "What do we have in store? Don't say drinking, I've had enough of that for a bit."