[book 01 of the emotionally entangled series]
An attachment between two former best friends was something no one expected, especially from two polar opposites.
Owen Bowers was level-headed, imposing his influence wherever he went. With an unsympathe...
CHAPTER 39: a stress free life is something we may never have
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It's been three days. Three days since Owen asked me out and three days since I accepted. It's also been three days since we saw a seagull shat on a car bonnet. God, that was interesting and disgusting all at the same time.
When my mother found out I was in a relationship with Owen, she waited for me to exit into the kitchen before calling up Kiara and begging for her money. I wasn't surprised she made a bet with her on the odds of me and Owen going out. She was happy for me, of course, but partly because she won the bet. Owen's voice on the other end of the phone was all I could laugh about for days. It was annoyed, slightly agitated as he told his aunt to stop betting about him or he'll move out.
"Blondie, get down from there otherwise you'll snap your neck and die," Owen grumbled as he stood at the door without a shirt on. I've got used to his blunt tone sometimes, but he didn't do much and instead, just stood there, not even willing to help me down from the ladder despite needing his help to get up it in the first place.
One of the lights went out so I decided I would fix it for him, that and the fact it was bugging me a bit. He spoke to me about being the man in the relationship—not that there's anything wrong with a woman fixing the lights because I think we do it better, to be honest—but I would've thought he would take charge more often, fixing things that needed fixing.
"Oh geez, thanks for the imagery," I told him as I screwed the new light on before turning back to him, dusting my hands off on my jeans, "I was just fixing the light, but you can help me down now that you're worried I'll die."
"Is there a problem with you getting down yourself?" he asked innocently, leaning off the wall to look at me. I shot him a glare as I stepped down once before he walks over and holds his arms out for me. I leaned down, placing my hands on his shoulders and jumping down.
Safety first, kids.
"You said 'I might snap my neck and die'," I spoke, mimicking his deep voice as he just pinched me lightly in the side. I yelped slightly, pushing him back as he just stared down at me. Imagine if one day, I actually end up breaking a bone from falling off a ladder. He won't hear the end of it from me. To be honest, I haven't actually broken a bone since I was last a cheerleader. I do a lot of sport now, but nothing as dangerous as cheer leading was, not that it's dangerous, but injuries tend to be more likely to happen.
I watched Owen come up to me before his hands settled firmly on my waist. He placed a firm kiss on the middle of my head before letting me go and heading to the ladder and pacling it away. I just watched him because he hasn't got a shirt on and I'm wasting a single opportunity on this whatsoever.
