Page 66 of Confessions at Costa Cay

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He’s holding a large bottle of water in one hand and a plastic bag in the other.

“Morning, sunshine,” Owen says, a hint of humor threading through his voice.

My eyes snap back to his.

Heat rushes to my cheeks, embarrassment swirling low in my stomach. I can only imagine how horrifying I look right now.

“Morning,” I mumble back. “Or… afternoon, I guess. I can’t believe I slept this late.”

He grins and steps inside.

“Well, after the day we had yesterday,” he responds, quietly laughing under his breath, “I’m not surprised.”

He’s smiling and laughing. Acting like everything is normal.

That’s a good sign… right?

“Yeah,” I snort, shaking my head.

Owen walks to the edge of the bed and gently sets the bag and water down on the comforter.

“Brought you an emergency hangover kit.”

My chest relaxes as I let out a pent-up breath I didn't realize I was holding in. Here I was, convinced Owen was avoiding me and pretending last night never happened. Meanwhile, he was out picking stuff up forme.

He went out of his way to take care of me.

God, I’m so dramatic.

“I figured I’d get you water instead of coffee,” he adds. “You need to hydrate.”

He points to the bag. “I stopped by the café too. Grabbed you a breakfast burrito, some toast, and crackers. I wasn’t really sure what you’d want, so I just got a little bit of everything.”

He pauses, running through a mental checklist. “Oh, and there’s a bottle of Tylenol in there, too. In case your head’s killing you.”

Be still, my heart.

All I can do is blink at him.

He thought ofeverything. Every little detail.

I’m so used to taking care of myself… I could almost cry at how sweet this all is.

“Thank you,” I breathe. “You didn’t have to do that, Owen. This is… so nice.”

“I wanted to,” he replies without missing a beat.

I wanted to.

NotI had to,orI felt like I should.

I wanted to.

Those three words sink into my chest, settling themselves into the space that Owen seems to fill completely.

“Can I sit?” he asks, glancing toward the edge of the bed.

“Yeah, of course,” I reply quickly, offering a small smile.