How would he see me once he's fully aware? Would his fear of women change because of me, or...
It seemed like I was drifting off, and Owen's grip tightened a little. I couldn't help but clench my toes and fumble with my hands on his back. He groaned softly, and the next moment, he took me deeper into a sea of desire.
I felt like a small boat drifting on the waves, completely at the mercy of the tide...
When I woke up the next morning, my back and waist were sore. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Owen sitting not far away.
"Y... you... um..." My voice came out scratchy and weak. Owen jumped up in alarm, standing rigidly.
I thought, What, am I a monster?
Looking up, I saw Owen's face was pale, like someone who had their world shattered and hadn't picked up the pieces yet.
My heart sank as I realized the worst had happened—Owen was clearly uncomfortable with what happened last night.
Owen said, "I'm so sorry about last night... let's just... take a break!"
With that, he turned and dashed out of the room.
I collapsed back onto the bed, exhaling heavily. I thought, This running-off behavior is so typical of a jerk.