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We took a minute to find a spot in partial shade. We laid out the blanket. He stretched out on his back, and I sat next to him, looking down at him and posting onto one of my arms next to him for leverage.
I mentioned his lip and that led us to talk about his job and the idea of being an actor. He told me about different experiences he had on stage. Since childhood, he had been a part of a company of theater actors in Memphis. Those people were some of his best friends still to this day. I hadn't seen the movie that was based on the life of his friend, but he explained it to me.
He sang for me. He didn’t want to at first, but I talked him into it. This was a huge mistake because he was good. He was amazing, and it wasn't cheesy at all. He sang quietly, and I listened, fighting the urge to cry at how wonderful it was. He gave me chills.
"Why'd you stop?" I said, protesting when he finished.
"Because you looked away."
"Because I didn't expect it to be so good. It's making me want to cry."
I had turned and was looking away from him, and he sat up and took hold of me, taking me into his arms. I took a deep breath and glanced at him knowing my eyes were glossed over. He kissed me. He pulled me in and opened his mouth, kissing me deeply.
"Oh, gosh, I've never done that before," I whispered when he broke the kiss.
He kissed me again, opening his mouth to me right when we made contact. I let my tongue slide against his for a glorious second, and then I pulled away, feeling like I had been scorched by a hot flame.
"Was that right?" I whispered, causing him to smile.
"Oh my gosh, yes, it was really right, it was so right," he said. He kissed me again. For goodness sake, when he opened his mouth to me… Owen was an extremely good kisser. In those moments, everything else melted away, and all that existed was this moment in time. He held me and kissed me, and it was like nothing I had ever felt before.
He pulled back after a few minutes. He stretched out on his back again, and I focused on his face, staring downward, feeling shy. He pulled me near and then reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear.
"Corey, I want you, okay? I don't want to go back to my life without you."
"I don't want to go back to my life without you, either," I said, still feeling like none of this could be real.
Chapter 9
We stayed in that spot in the woods for at least an hour, talking and kissing and getting to know each other by asking question after question.
He asked me more questions about my childhood and home life, and I told him the truth, holding nothing back. We talked a lot, but we were both so attracted to each other that we kissed constantly, too. Our time together was full of teasing and fun and seemed to go by in about three seconds. I smiled more than I had ever smiled in my whole life.
After a while, we moved the blanket to softer soil, and once we were there, I stretched out comfortably beside him, holding his hand, both of us looking upward.
I had been on that blanket and touching him in some way for quite a while, and I still wasn't used to it. Even now, my hand was touching his, and I was hyper-aware of it. I noticed the texture and feel of his fingers, and I felt waves of attraction and desire. I wanted Owen Atkinson to never leave my side.
"We're going to figure it out, okay?" he said as if he was reading my mind.
"I'm hoping you’re talking about us. I hope you still want to try to… I was thinking about wishing I could… I don't know what I want. I just love being next to you."
I snuggled next to him, and he leaned down kissing my head and smelling my hair. I shifted to look at him. I knew what Iwas going to cause by doing that. He and I could hardly look at each other without kissing. I leaned in and let my mouth touch his. We had kissed quite a few times, but there was still a jolt of electricity like every time was the first time. His mouth was perfect. I desired him as much as someone I could never have. And yet here he was, kissing me, staring at me, touching me like he desired me too.
"Corey, I have never been like this with anyone. I've never felt so comfortable talking to another human."
"Me neither, Owen. Everything we're saying… I feel like I'm dreaming." I touched his arm with my fingertips. "It's like I made you up."
"You didn't. I'm real. And I want to take you from here. Run away with me."
I took a deep breath. "As much as I don't want to go back to my normal life, I have to. You have a movie to finish, and I have to get back home before Stanley sends the hounds."
"Where do they think you're at right now?"
"I told them I needed some time alone. It's late, though. I need to get back. You're still in Montana for two more weeks. We have time to figure things out. I know you're busy with work. I would want to be independent."
"Why are you saying that? Why would you want to be independent?"
"What do you mean?"
