right.” She looks up at me. “So, what are you going to do?”
I hadn’t really thought about it, to be quite honest, and I tell her as much. “I’m not sure. Maybe drive around the city, go for coffee?”
“Well—and don’t take this the wrong way—but why don’t I leave you a key to the apartment?” Her eyes widen, almost like she’s afraid of what she just said. “That way, you can come back here if you want, instead of risking a run-in with the ice-bitch at your condo.”
She’s so fucking adorable when she’s rambling.
“If you want. Obviously,” she continues before pressing her face into her hand. “ Shit. ”
“Hey,” I say, coaxing her face from her hand. “I would appreciate that, actually…as long as you don’t mind. I don’t want to impose on your life in any way.”
She smiles, her entire face lighting up. “It’s not an imposition at all. I, um…well, while I don’t know exactly what this ”—she gestures between the two of us with her hand—“is, I know I want to explore it a little more.”
Laughing, I press my lips to her forehead. “You don’t think we’ve explored each other enough for a few days?”
“While that isn’t exactly what I meant,” she says, rolling her eyes, “I’m going to say no. There’s so much more that we need to figure out…you know, if this is something you deem worth pursuing.”
“Amelia…” My voice is low and soft. “If I didn’t feel this was worth pursuing, would I have broken the speed limit trying to get to you after you left Portland this afternoon?”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she bites her bottom lip lightly. “I suppose not.”
Glancing over her shoulder, I see that we’re closing in on two in the morning, and I pull the blanket up over us both. “Now, let’s get some sleep and just agree to let this all unfold naturally, okay?”
Amelia pecks my cheek before placing her head on my shoulder and rubbing her hand over my chest lightly. “Deal. Goodnight, Owen.”
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I inhale the sweet smell of her shampoo and let my eyes fall closed. “Goodnight.”
11. Listen to Your Heart
I t’s the most restful sleep I’ve ever had—even if it was a few hours shorter than what I’m normally used to—and it isn’t until an incessant buzzing on the bedside table wakes me up that I realize why.
Owen’s here. In my bed. Holding me in his arms. The events of the night before come flooding back, and I smile, turning my face into his chest and inhaling his musky scent.
I know that the two of us being together should feel wrong, but the more distance I had put between us, the more it hurt. So, if anything felt wrong, it was being apart…even if us embarking on this adventure together might seem unconventional to some people. My dad, for example.
Owen’s phone vibrates again, and he growls, his chest rumbling against my face. “Good god . Who the hell is calling me this damn early?”
I giggle, lifting my face and resting my chin on his shoulder as he reaches for his phone. “You’re kind of a bear in the morning, aren’t you?”
Running his hand over his weary face, he looks down at me and smiles. “Sorry. I just hate it when I’m woken up from such a deep sleep.”
“Noted,” I affirm with a nod before sitting up. His eyes trail down my body, stopping on the exposed skin of my upper body as I stretch my arms over my head. “I’m going to hop in the shower before I have to head to class.” I hold out my hand toward him, smiling coyly. “Care to join me?”
Owen chuckles, the outer corners of his baby blue eyes creasing. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep up with your sexual appetites,” he confesses, placing his hand on my bare knee instead of in my hand, his thumb moving back and forth over the smooth skin.
Letting my mouth fall open in mock-insult, I stare at him. “Hey, I didn’t say we were going to do it… I mean, I hadn’t entirely
I hadn’t really thought about it, to be quite honest, and I tell her as much. “I’m not sure. Maybe drive around the city, go for coffee?”
“Well—and don’t take this the wrong way—but why don’t I leave you a key to the apartment?” Her eyes widen, almost like she’s afraid of what she just said. “That way, you can come back here if you want, instead of risking a run-in with the ice-bitch at your condo.”
She’s so fucking adorable when she’s rambling.
“If you want. Obviously,” she continues before pressing her face into her hand. “ Shit. ”
“Hey,” I say, coaxing her face from her hand. “I would appreciate that, actually…as long as you don’t mind. I don’t want to impose on your life in any way.”
She smiles, her entire face lighting up. “It’s not an imposition at all. I, um…well, while I don’t know exactly what this ”—she gestures between the two of us with her hand—“is, I know I want to explore it a little more.”
Laughing, I press my lips to her forehead. “You don’t think we’ve explored each other enough for a few days?”
“While that isn’t exactly what I meant,” she says, rolling her eyes, “I’m going to say no. There’s so much more that we need to figure out…you know, if this is something you deem worth pursuing.”
“Amelia…” My voice is low and soft. “If I didn’t feel this was worth pursuing, would I have broken the speed limit trying to get to you after you left Portland this afternoon?”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she bites her bottom lip lightly. “I suppose not.”
Glancing over her shoulder, I see that we’re closing in on two in the morning, and I pull the blanket up over us both. “Now, let’s get some sleep and just agree to let this all unfold naturally, okay?”
Amelia pecks my cheek before placing her head on my shoulder and rubbing her hand over my chest lightly. “Deal. Goodnight, Owen.”
Pressing my lips to the top of her head, I inhale the sweet smell of her shampoo and let my eyes fall closed. “Goodnight.”
11. Listen to Your Heart
I t’s the most restful sleep I’ve ever had—even if it was a few hours shorter than what I’m normally used to—and it isn’t until an incessant buzzing on the bedside table wakes me up that I realize why.
Owen’s here. In my bed. Holding me in his arms. The events of the night before come flooding back, and I smile, turning my face into his chest and inhaling his musky scent.
I know that the two of us being together should feel wrong, but the more distance I had put between us, the more it hurt. So, if anything felt wrong, it was being apart…even if us embarking on this adventure together might seem unconventional to some people. My dad, for example.
Owen’s phone vibrates again, and he growls, his chest rumbling against my face. “Good god . Who the hell is calling me this damn early?”
I giggle, lifting my face and resting my chin on his shoulder as he reaches for his phone. “You’re kind of a bear in the morning, aren’t you?”
Running his hand over his weary face, he looks down at me and smiles. “Sorry. I just hate it when I’m woken up from such a deep sleep.”
“Noted,” I affirm with a nod before sitting up. His eyes trail down my body, stopping on the exposed skin of my upper body as I stretch my arms over my head. “I’m going to hop in the shower before I have to head to class.” I hold out my hand toward him, smiling coyly. “Care to join me?”
Owen chuckles, the outer corners of his baby blue eyes creasing. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep up with your sexual appetites,” he confesses, placing his hand on my bare knee instead of in my hand, his thumb moving back and forth over the smooth skin.
Letting my mouth fall open in mock-insult, I stare at him. “Hey, I didn’t say we were going to do it… I mean, I hadn’t entirely
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