I totally need to unpack all these feelings. Not the past ones. No, they are in my box, but there is no ignoring the warmth that spreads across my chest when I think about him. The way my face heats, a flush across my cheeks as the memory of him thrusting into me last night.
Owen King has a mouth on him.
Gone is the young man I knew, gone is the awkward teenager, gone is the little boy who once was my everything.
He’s so much…more.
I feel so much…more for him. Such little time we’ve spent together, but all the emotions of the past, the good, the bad, the ugly. They all swirl through me in a confusing torrent.
I wish I could talk to Andrews.
I run harder.
Andrews.
Pain flickers in my chest, like a small crack breaking through my heart as disappointment and betrayal rip through me.
I run faster.
Did I mean so little to him? A hard drive was more important?
So naïve, I am so naïve. Naïve to think I was more when Owen was right. I was just some lost soul from the street that he could manipulate.
And manipulate he did.
I run faster and faster, harder and harder.
My chest burns with every breath. My muscles scream at me for how hard I’m pushing myself, but still I run.
I run along the road towards Maria’s until my footsteps crunch over her gravel, and only when Owen opens the front door with a confused expression on his face, eyes widen in concern seeing how quickly I’ve run into the little driveway, so I slow down.
He must have thought I’m being chased. He must have thought I’m in danger looking at how tense he is, how his knuckles are clenched at his side.
How my name crosses his mouth in a panic.
“Fine,” I heave as I walk past him, unable to look at him more than a quick glance. “Everything’s fine.”
I fucking hate that word.
Fine.
“Lucy.”
Of course, the fucker can’t leave it. Of course, he wants to follow me. Of course, he wants to fucking talk. I peel off my t-shirt and throw it onto the bedroom floor, then peel off my boots and black trousers.
“What?” I ask between breaths as my heart starts to slow.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yeah.” I shrug, peeling off my bra, completely brazen.
His eyes drop to my breasts, but they don’t stay there long as my fingers hook into my thong, and I pull that down.
He turns to the door and closes it.
