Chapter Seven: Personal Heaven

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Hey, guys!! This chapter is finally shorter!! May I introduce the chapter of Skyler and Owen meeting for the first time... Please and comment and vote for them!!!

Love prospers when a fault is forgiven, but dwelling on it separates close friends. - Proverbs 17:9

Owen can’t hear me.

He is too busy banging on something metal with a huge sledgehammer that looks like it weighs fifty pounds. I watch, in awe, the way the young man’s muscles contract and expand every time he lifts the hammer and swings it down. A roaring fire behind him casts flickering shadows on his muscular, bare arms, making them even more appealing.

Shaking my head, I snap out of my daze and remind myself that I am supposed to be mad at this guy. Mustering up all my breath and volume, I scream out the boy’s name as loud as I can. “OWEN!”

The attractive boy looks up at me, his eyes covered by black sunglasses. We stay frozen in this slightly awkward moment before Owen slowly removes his dark glasses, revealing his hypnotizing green eyes.

I swallow.

His intense gaze lingers on me, without wavering, as he sets down his heavy hammer and glasses. He slips off the apron that protects him from the hot metal and flames, exposing a tight muscle shirt that hugs his body in all the right places. A sweat mark dampens the collar, and his face glistens. How can he be so sweaty and still be so handsome?

I finally find my voice that was previously jammed in my throat. “Would you like to explain yourself?”

“If this is about last night, I’m sorry.” He says it so evenly and sincerely that I almost fall for his apology. His voice is strong and has a slight British accent that gives it a sexy quality.

“No you’re not.” I spit at him, surprising myself at how poisonous I sound. “Where were you?”

“I had a little run-in.”

“Oh, so that’s what you call it? Is that what you call sleeping with Kendra Lee? A run-in?”

Owen’s emerald eyes widen in what looks like terror. “What?”

“You set me up last night for that bitch?” My body is shaking from fury.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I would never sleep with her!”

“Then how did she get this?” I hold out the bracelet, dangling it from one finger.

The young man’s expression is one of recognition. “She took it from me.”

“She said you gave it to her,” I say.

“And you believe her?” The question hovers in the air between us. Owen looks straight into my eyes, and I feel my insides melt.

“I don’t want to,” I whisper quietly, my anger dying down. “Just tell me why you didn’t come last night.”

“I wish I could,” Owen says. “I was on my way, but something happened. I wish I could explain it to you.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Because…” His expression looks like someone took and tore it in half, leaving it in pain. “Believe me, I would if I could.” His gaze darts to the bracelet, still in my grasp.

The piece of jewelry suddenly feels heavy, weighing down my finger. Owen begins to walk toward me, and I feel my fingers curl around the bracelet. I watch him with nervous eyes as he approaches me. Soon he is right in front of me at arm’s length. He peers down at his possession, but something else catches his eye as his gaze flits to my chest. I freeze when he reaches down and moves the fabric of my shirt. His finger grazes my skin, and his electrifying touch causes me to shudder and become unfrozen.

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