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After a few minutes of silence, in which I get lost in his necklace, I say, “You didn’t get to come on my tits.”
He looks down at me. “Now that you’re not limiting me to twelve months, we’ve got plenty of time for me to come on your tits.”
“Let the record show, I’m here for that happening sooner rather than later.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, kissing me again. “How many of those hourly thoughts that you have are filthy?”
I grin up at him. “Oh, you have no idea, Mr. North.”
With that, he pulls me on top of him and kisses the hell out of me.
He then tells me to get in the shower so he can work harder on making it so I can’t walk tomorrow.
I tell him I am also here for that.
“In fact,” I say as I stare down into those blue eyes of his, “it turns out that there’s not much I’m not here for if it involves you.”
Owenreallylikes that, and I find it hard to make him stop showing me just how much.
* * *
I wake justafter one a.m.
I passed out about an hour ago after Owen fucked me two more times. He’s not in the bed with me, so I go in search of him.
I’m a little cool and put the first thing on that I find: his suit jacket.
When I find him on the sofa, he runs his gaze over the jacket, approval flaring in his eyes. “That’s now yours. I want to see you in it every time I fuck you.”
I pad over to him and curl up in his lap when he pulls me onto it. “I already have one of your jackets. I don’t need another.”
“In my experience, you can’t have too many jackets.” He kisses my neck. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Speaking of items of clothing that we each have of the other’s, I’m going to need my red thong back.”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m keeping that. In case I ever want to strangle you.”
I run my hand down his cheek, searching his eyes. “I really like that you have this playful side. I think it’s one of my favorite things about you.”
We turn silent for a few moments until his phone buzzes with what feels like a million texts.
“Holy whoa,” I say, glancing at his phone on the side table. “Is the world ending?”
He reaches for it. “It’s Jill. Work stuff.” He reads the messages before placing the phone back down and giving me all his attention again.
“She still loves you.” I decided that she doesn’t message me incessantly about Owen because she thinks either of us are fucking idiots. I think she does it because she still loves him.
He’s not surprised by what I say. “No.”
“She’s messaged me alotwhile we’ve been here, Owen. Not just about work things, but about you. She wanted me to ensure you ate well, slept well, had everything you needed. She even explained to me how you can get grumpy when you’re tired, and that I shouldn’t take it personally.” I pause. “She throws things in her office when you upset her because she still loves you.”
“No, shethinksshe still loves me,” he says thoughtfully. “But she doesn’t. She’s in that space where she’s struggling to move on. Half her heart’s in, half’s out. There’s a difference, and it’s a fuck of a difference, but she doesn’t still love me. Jill stopped loving me a long time ago.”
I frown. “What do you mean ‘a fuck of a difference?’”
He thinks about that for a moment. “Do you remember how we discussed the lines that loving well carves into our heart?”
“Yes.” It was the night we met. A conversation I loved.
