My heart skipped a beat. This wasn't exactly something I could just "make do" with. What if my cover is blown right then and there?
Maybe my shock showed too clearly. Owen shrugged nonchalantly. "We're buddies, right? Isn't there anything I have that you don't?"
I nervously touched my nose, thinking, Well, I certainly don't have your… you-know-what!
That night, clutching a pillow and feeling awkward, I stood by the bed. Owen, in his loose bathrobe, patted the spot next to him and said, "Come on, are you afraid I'm going to bite?"
I shot him a fierce glare, thinking, No way am I losing to you. You brought this on yourself.
In a swift move, I jumped onto the bed, and while Owen was still processing, I tackled him and straddled his waist.
Owen, caught off guard, found himself pinned beneath me. He worked out regularly, so even though he looked lean, he had a set of impressive abs beneath his clothes. As I sat on his waist, I could feel those hard, defined muscles beneath my palms. I instinctively ran my hands over his abs; they were chiseled and firm, with a pronounced V-line disappearing into the waistband of his shorts.