Tacenda ~Owen Joyner~

Chapter 12

I wake up with unfamiliar weight keeping me pressed to my bed. I open my eyes and find Owen's arm wrapped around my waist and one of his legs slightly over mine. Once I realize he's asleep and spooning me, my heart starts beating a million times a minute. I lay there for a few moments just enjoying it before I decide I should get up to avoid a possible awkward situation if he wakes up and minds the fact that we're cuddling.

I try to gently move his arm off of me and slip out but he tightens his grip on me. He moves his arms up a little so instead of holding onto my waist where my shorts are he's now holding my bare waist because I changed into a crop top and pj shorts before bed. He pulls me closer to him and strokes the side of my stomach with his thumb, sending an entire wave of butterflies through my body. I know he probably won't even remember this because he's like ninety percent asleep, but I will definitely remember this.

I decide to lie down for a moment more. Logically because too much movement at once might actually wake him, emotionally because I'm really enjoying this but I bite my lip to surprise that part.

As I rest my head back down he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. I let out a shaky breath with a smile on my face, trying not to squeal because that would definitely wake him.

I once again try to move but am still unsuccessful.

"No..." Owen hums against my neck. This whole situation is like a much more intimate version of when I woke up from my nap with him on Julie's bed. I will say I'm not mad about it though, I'm quite enjoying the amped-up replay, because if I'm being honest, I have been thinking about it.

"I have to get up," I whisper, "we fell asleep and should probably check on Charlie."

"He's fine." Owen says groggily. My heart rate speeds up again at the sound of his morning voice.

"What time is it?" He asks. Every time he speaks his lips move against my neck which sends me spiralling while I'm trying to stay cool.

I glance over at the clock on my bedside table, "It's ten. We have to be at the studio in two hours."

"Well then we've got an hour and fifty-nine minutes to lay here." I feel him smile against my skin.

"Okay." I hum.

Owen continues to stroke small lines on my stomach with his thumb and keeps his head buried in the crook of my neck. I can't see him but I know that this is the cutest thing ever.

Friends don't do this, right? I mean he kissed me, he came over and was all cutesy and full of compliments and then stayed the night, and I mean nothing happened obviously but now here he is cuddling with me in my bed. Or I guess on top of my bed, we never did get under any blankets. I don't know where his hoodie went though, judging by his arm against me he seems to just be in a t-shirt now.

For the third time now I attempt to get up, but end up just rolling over to I'm facing him because he doesn't allow me to actually become vertical.

"Owen," I softly chuckle, "you have to let me get up."

"Make me." He grumbles with a small smile on his face.

I reach my hand up and brush a stray eyelash off his cheek with the tips of my fingers. I leave my hand on his cheek even after it's gone though, lightly rubbing over his cheekbone. He smiles at my touch which makes me smile.

I rest my head on his chest and move my hand down to lay on his shoulder, "We could go to the gym you know." I whisper

"What time is it?" He asks again.

I chuckle, "I already told you, it's ten o'clock. Well now it's a few minutes after ten."

"Okay... Sure, let's go the gym." He says but doesn't move.