Jurassic Love

Chapter 13

There's no better way waking up than being intertwined with another person, the sheets tangled around you. I was facing the window and Owen's legs were wrapped between mine and his arm slung over my waist. I yawned softly and noticed the time was 6am on the clock, so we had a while before we had to get up and go to work.
I closed my eyes and snuggled back into Owen's warmth, inhaling his addicting scent that had a slight tinge of sex and sweat to it. Owen groaned tiredly as I got comfortable again.

"Rosie, stop." He mumbled.

"I'm sorry, go back to sleep." I told him, lacing my fingers with his own. He sleepily squeezed my hand and buried his face into my neck and I heard his soft snores coming through again.
I wondered whether this was too good to be true. Owen was finally mine and here I was in his bed with him. I laid for a few more minutes before I got bored and rolled over and kissed Owen's lips lightly, waking him up instantly. I giggled as his lips puckered without opening his eyes.

"Hey don't kiss me then pull away when I wake up." He whined with a pout.

"I just wanted you to wake up to entertain me." I said.

"Oh I can definitely entertain you, especially with my morning glory here." He purred, grabbing my hips and giving me an even better replay of last night.

Owen stayed in bed longer and was going to grab a banana when he went out, which explained why he was never around in the morning. I was on cloud nine and after I showered and got dressed in loose fitting shorts and a camisole in the hot weather I left to go meet Claire at our usual time for breakfast.

"I think you have a lot to tell me!" she smirked as we both sat down at a table in the window

"Me and Owen are kind of dating..." I shrugged, trying to act casual, but failing to stop the giggle that slipped out as I said it. I was just so happy.

"How? What? When?!? I need details!" Claire begged me. We both ate our cereal whilst I told her everything that happened last night.

"Jesus. I never thought that Owen would have a girlfriend, let alone be the one to ask you out." she said, bewildered.

"Hey, you're not mad or anything are you?" I double checked.

"Of course not! I'm happy for you! Me and Owen would never have worked, everyone knows." she smiled.

"Well I do know for a fact that after Sunday night you definitely allow tequila in your diet." I said to her knowingly.

"Okay, well let's not admit that to Owen, shall we?" she giggled.

"Anyway, I want to know everything about Barry now!" I said. She bit her lip and stared down at her bowl.

"Everytime we meet, we end up having sex, and it's mind blowing and amazing every time... and I don't know... it's kind of like we are dating but without the label?" she said and I frowned, very confused. She noticed and sighed, trying to phrase it better.

"What I mean is... we care about each other, we sleep together, but at the same time we aren't together." she explained.

"I get it, I get it. Well, as long as you're happy with that, then that's fine! I'm so pleased for you!" I told her encouragingly. Claire carried on staring at her bowl, "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know... I just... I just kind of want there to be more." she said quietly, "I sort of want the label."

"You really like him?"

"So much." she sighed.

"Well you know he is like completely obsessed with you too. I think both of you are too scared to make the first move." I reasoned.