Dirty Little Secret

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Five:

I wake up in the morning my legs tangled with Owens’s and our naked bodies close together. Owens’s face was close to mine, a small smile on his face. Awe, he's cute when he's sleeping. His eyes fluttered open and met my gaze.

“Morning.” I say.

"Good morning," he murmured, kissing the tip of my nose.

“Sleep well?”

"Of course," he smiled. "Did you?"

I nod. “Can I ask you something?”

"Sure, shoot."

“Did you mean what you said last night?”

He blinked and cocked his head to the side. "What did I say?"

“You said you love me.”

"Oh," his cheeks tinged pink. "Erm...” I wait for him to say something.

He bit his lip and spoke quietly, "Yeah, I guess I did...” He guesses?

"You guess?" I met his gaze. “Owen…”

He sighed. "If I said I did, and you don't, I'll look stupid, won't I?"

“I can’t give you an answer if you aren’t sure.”

"Of course I am sure," he rolled his eyes and smiled. "But I would look less stupid and embarrassed if I said that at the end...” Do I love him? His smile dropped and he looked away. I close my eyes. He sighed and shifted so he was leaning against the headboard. I feel like crying, but if I do, he'll feel bad.

"I shouldn't have said it," he said after a few minutes.

“No, I'm glad you did.”

"Why?" He looked at me. "You don't, you know, me." What can I say? When I didn't say anything, he looked away. I feel awful now. "Do you want something to eat?" He turned around and put his feet on the floor. I watched, I wanted to pull him back down. He pulls on his boxers. I move forward and wrap my arms around him. “Lani.” he sighs.

"Yes?" I murmur against his neck. He sighs again but I just hold onto him. His hands move to my thighs, which are either side of him. I wrap my legs around him so he can't get up. I kiss his bare back. He sighed and turned around, kissing me. He gently pushes me back on the bed, hovering over my naked body. His hand moves up my side and cups my cheek. I meet his gaze and give him a small smile. He leans down and kisses me softly. I sighed, a happy smile on my face. He kisses my neck and down my body until he gets to my stomach. He meets my gaze as he moved lower. My eyes slid close as a small moan escaped my mouth. Oh God...not again...My eyes snapped open as his weight disappeared. I feel my blankets over me. What the hell...?

I looked up at Owen. "What are you doing? Owen?” He gave me a small smile. I look up at him confused.

"What are you doing?" I repeat, sitting up, not bothering with the covers. “Owen, what are you doing?”

"I want to wait," he said after, very obviously, trying to avoid looking at me.

“Uh, okay...?”

"Until we both love each other," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Okay.” He needs to break up with his girlfriend anyway.

He walked backwards. I rubbed my jaw, trying to hide my smile - I could see he was trying to avoid looking at my body.

“There a problem?” I ask.

He shook his head. "I'll just... go make some breakfast." As he says that I get up and run to the bathroom, throwing up. After a few seconds, he appears behind me, holding my hair back. I don’t know how long I've been throwing up, but when I stop I still feel sick.