Photo cards | Owen Teague x reader

"Family Recipe"

As he was running his fingers through my hair I asked him:

"I wanted to do that too. Long-time" I said with assuring tone, trying to play this dialogue 'serious', but giving up.

"Yeah... I remember the first time I wanted to kiss you. I would say it was the second time we talked... where I first tried soya milk latte..but.."

"Yeah! I was the one who opened your eyes to that!"  I interrupted, making him smile, but looking down, hiding his eyes from me:

"Oh, yeah. Go on.." I pressed my lips, understanding that Owen is already struggling to say these words, and I am not making it easier for him.

"..but the first time I really wanted to kiss you...To hold you with my hands and let our lips connect- was in a museum. When you were looking at that photo of a skater boy." he shook his head

A fuzzy, warm feeling was playing around in my stomach as I put my hand on Owen's cheek and slowly move it to his neck when he continued:

"I looked at you then, and thought 'Wow, she is the most beautiful girl I've ever known'. Then you looked at me, and I got a little ashamed of thinking that. Though my thought was proved to be completely right.."

A smile appeared on his lips and he looked like a little boy talking about something he truly adored.
He shrugged his shoulders and got deeper into the blanket. I smiled, brushing my thumb against his smooth skin.

"Owen,"

"Hmm?" he murmured under his breath with closed eyes.

"It was yesterday," I said, and started laughing, with him joining me.

"I know, it just seems like I know you for such a long time... it's a weird feeling.."  He looked at me with such a look, it made my heart skip a beat. Because he was right, I felt the same.

"But okay, If you could've kissed me then, how'd you do it?" His eyes slowly opened after this sentence and he looked at me with a warm look in his eyes.

"Like this.." -He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. One hand was on my cheek, while other held our hands intertwined.

The warmth coming from him brushed color on my cheeks and made me want to never let my lips let go of his.

After some time,  started talking to each other about our thoughts, ideas, and all sort of themes, which make a decent conversation.

"I'm hungry," I said after a small pause between words.

Owen laughed and turned on his back, looking into the ceiling before saying:

"Yeah, me too"

He stood up and went to the bathroom, as I laid in bed, gazing into the wonderful moments of this morning.

After 10 minutes or so, the door to the bathroom opened, revealing freshly looking Owen with awoken eyes.

I stood up and went to the bathroom:

"I'm gonna take a shower is that okay?"

Owen walked next to me, only to catch me by the waist to stop, and place a kiss on my head.

"Yeah, of course."

A genuine smile appeared on my face and I went into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

"I'll be in the kitchen!" - I heard from the room and fading into the living room.

I can't believe this is happening to me.