Dirty Little Secret

chapter thirty-four

When I wake up the following morning, I felt better. I hadn't this well in ages. I see Owen, rolled over, not facing me, and lightly snoring. He really needs to sleep more. With a small smile on my face, I get up and go to the bathroom. Twenty minutes later I walk back into my room to see Owen hugging a pillow against his chest.

Awe. I grab my camera and turn the flash off taking a picture.

The sound of the shutter going off caused him to stir and murmur my name. I stepped closer to the bed and kissed him, slowly waking him up.

"Morning sleepyhead." I smile.

He groaned and tugged his fingers through my hair. "I was dreaming an amazing girl was kissing me."

"I just kissed you, silly." I giggle.

"My dreams are becoming reality," he said, opening his eyes slowly.

"Go back to sleep." I tell him.

"Mm, only if you join me," he gave me a cheeky smile and opened his arms up. I fake roll my eyes and crawl into the bed.

He chuckled and pulled me against him. "Can I have another kiss now?"

I kiss him softly, just brushing my lips against his.

"That wasn't a proper kiss," he said, a frown settling on his face. "I want a proper one." I giggle and kiss him, the right way. His hands slid around my waist and rub small circles on my back. I smile. That feels really good. Owen hummed as I settled down besides him and kissed the back of my neck. I snuggle up to him. He's really warm. I pursed my lips as time slowly dragged by. I didn't want to sleep, I wanted to kiss him but I knew he needed his sleep. A few minutes later I hear him lightly snoring. I sighed quietly and shut my eyes, hoping I could fall asleep. I dont fall asleep for awhile.

The sound of someone shifting made me slowly open my eyes. Owen was pulling his arms away from me slowly.

"What's going on?"

"Sorry," he whispered. "I was going to get us some breakfast for when you wake up."

"I'm up now." I rub my eyes. He leant forward and kissed my forehead. I smile

"I'll go make us breakfast," he said, smiling. "Wait here."

"Okay." I laid flat on my back and stared up at the ceiling. Owen was being sweet. Breakfast in bed? I smiled to myself. I wondering what is with the sudden sweetness.

"I hope you're hungry," Owen said, pushing the door open with his hip.

"Definitely." He sets the tray down and smiled, sliding onto the bed next to me. I smile. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," he nodded and picked up a piece of bacon. I take a piece of toast. "What do you want to do today?" He asked, his finger trailing up and down my arm.

"I don't know."

He pulled his lips to the side. "Hm. We've already been to the mall, so that's out of it." He grinned.

"Grocery shopping."

He nodded. "Okay, sure. Anything in particular you want?"

"Not that I can think of at the moment."

"Okay, I'm sure you will think of something when we get here." He put the tray on the floor and laid down, tugging me down with him.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Laying down?" He frowned. "Why?"

"Just wondering." I say. "I need to lay on my side." He helped me shift onto my side and he moved onto his, meeting my gaze.