She’s a future dog-show girlie!
Owen
Sounds like a fun profession. Feel like walking outside?
“What…?” I whisper, hopping out of bed and dashing over to the window.
My chest squeezes when I see him there, bathed in moonlight and gazing up at my window.
Without even replying, I dash out of my bedroom, run down the stairs, and throw open the front door.
“What are you doing here?” I whisper, stepping out onto the porch.
I hadn’t even considered what I was wearing, and now I realize I’m in my skimpy sleep shorts and thin white tank. My pussy flutters when I remember all the things he didwith this top last time I wore it. It flutters more when his brow lowers, and he walks to the porch steps.
I take a step down, putting my face level with his, and he places his warm hands on my waist.
“I wanted to see you.” His voice is low. “Last night didn’t exactly go how I’d planned.”
“Last night was ridiculous.” I slide my hands onto his shoulders. “Although it reaffirmed my love of dogs…”
I don’t sayand other things, since we’re still working out what we’re doing here.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer. “It reaffirmed some things for me as well.”
“Like what?” I tilt my head, holding his gaze.
Lifting his hand, he places it on my cheek, sliding my hair back with his thumb. “Like how good it feels when we’re together. How all the tension melts away.”
My eyes blink slowly, and we move closer, meeting in a kiss. He pulls at my upper lip with his, and I wrap my arms around his neck, allowing him to open my mouth. Our tongues curl and slip, and I exhale a soft sigh.
His hand moves to my back, pulling my body flush against his, and heat races to my core. His lips move to my jaw, and his beard roughs my neck. My fingers thread in his hair, and I feel the brush of his jeans through my thin, cotton shorts.
He groans softly, and it heats my veins. “I want to carry you inside and spend the night.”
“Okay,” I gasp, holding his neck and kissing his cheek, his lips.
He kisses me back briefly. “I’ve got to get home, but I’ll be back in the morning for our date. We’ll make it an early lunch.”
“Breakfast in bed is good,” I tease, smiling as I kiss him again.
“There would be very little eating,” he laughs softly. “At least of food.”
I exhale ahmm, thinking of how that would go. He kisses me once more before taking a step back.
“I’ll be here at eleven.” One more touch, and he walks backwards in the direction of the sidewalk.
I return to the porch, watching him bathed in silver light as he walks away.
20
OWEN
“How was your first mushroom trip?” Heather leans on the bar across from me picking brownie-bites from a pint of ice cream labeledGingers. “Was it everything you thought it would be and more?”
“I have never once thought about a mushroom trip.” What I do think about is Gina standing on her porch just now, looking like an angel.
“Okay, Bubba, spill it.”
