But there’s one thing that feels clearer than ever after multiple orgasms in multiple locations while wrapped in Owen’s arms.
He’ll always be the one.
Which is terrifying. Because if he left once, what’s to stop him from leaving again?
20
Owen
“When should we pick up Grady?” Saylor mumbles, her hair tickling my bare chest as we lounge in bed. I’m a little sore from all our activities, but I slept like a rock. Squinting, I check the time and groan.
“It’s almost ten in the morning. I never sleep this late.”
“To be fair, we didn’t do much sleeping until like two in the morning, so it kind of makes sense.”
I chuckle under my breath and reach for my phone. “Let me text Mandy and see what she says.”
Me: Hey, how’s Grady and Turner?
Mandy: They’re good. Pretty sure they were brothers in a previous life. ;) Did you have a fun date?
“What’d she say?” Saylor asks, resting her chin on my chest as it bounces up and down with amusement.
“Mandy asked if I had fun on our date.”
“And what did you say?”
“I haven’t answered her yet.”
“Well, don’t keep us waiting,” she teases, a hint of vulnerability in her warm gaze.
“Fiiine.” My fingers fly across the screen as I respond.
Me: We had a blast. It was fun to reconnect with an old friend.
Once it’s sent, I hand the phone to Say so she can read what the message says.
Her mouth curves up. “Reconnecting? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”
“Would you prefer I told her that we tried to catch up on a decade’s worth of sex in a single night?”
“I mean, I don’t know if I’d call that a whole decade’s––”
My fingers dig into her rib cage, tickling the shit out of her as I drag her petite frame up my body until our bare chests are pressed together.
“Stop! Stop!” she squeals. “I give up!”
My fingers cease their torture before I press a soft kiss to her forehead. “Fine, but only ‘cause you’re pretty.”
With a smirk, she flutters her lashes. “Why, thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, ya know. The last decade has done you good.”
“I could say the same about you.”
She bites her lip to keep from smiling, but it’s a wasted effort. Her straight white teeth flash before she changes the subject. “So tell me, does Mandy know that I’m the girl you went out with last night?”
“I kept it vague because a certain someone said they want to keep this”––I wag my finger between us––“on the down-low for the time being. But if I’m allowed to let the cat out of the bag…?”
“Nope. I’m good with vague for now.”