Loving, Owen. [MXM]

8 - Connect.

ELIJAH REED

"You don't mean that," He muttered under his breath. I could only stare in disbelief as to wonder why he would think such a way about himself.

"Owen," I warned. Owen exhaled shuffling on his feet a bit before apologizing.

We have to work on that.

"Follow me," I instructed using that hand that interlocked with his to guide him.

I could feel his soft light brown eyes staring at me, more like staring at my back.

I was still only in a towel.

Leading us toward my bedroom, I left him standing in the middle of my room before walking my way over to my walk-in closet.

Leaving the closet door a bit open I smiled before removing my towel and began searching for my clothes.

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OWEN HOUTON

My eyes studied the infamous bachelor Elijah Reed's bedroom.

It was everything I predicted it'd be. Gray and colorless.

Peeking my eyes over to where Elijah had gone I noticed that the closet door was cracked but open.

And before I knew it I had walked myself over, taking a little look inside.

Oh my. 

Elijah was naked.

Completely naked as he searched for a pair of clothes.

Quickly I covered my eyes without thinking as though they could see me peeking at him.

My cheeks felt terribly hot as I slowly opened my fingers peeking through my hands.