anger. Suddenly, he looks over at me and his face contorts with confusion and then... Is that hurt on his face?
“What’s with the T-shirt, Olivia? What’s wrong, beautiful? Talk to me.”
I look down at what I’m wearing. It didn’t even occur to me that I’d put something on when I usually go to bed naked. Huh. I glance up at him but have a hard time looking him in the eye. It hurts too much. I’m sure I’m making a lot out of nothing, I’m good for that. But for right now, I’m feeling wounded and I just don’t want to explore it tonight.
I walk to the bed and climb under the covers, turning my back to him. “I’m fine. I told you. I just don’t feel well.”
I feel him slide down into the bed and curl up behind me. He reaches over my head and turns off the bedside lamp, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me to him. My ass rubs against… God, he’s still hard? I think the whole ‘men think with their penises’ thing may be misguided, because his penis doesn’t seem to get that I’m pissed.
He nuzzles my neck, kissing me lightly. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to respond to him. Thank God a woman’s arousal isn’t overtly obvious so he can’t tell that he’s affecting me.
“Baby...don’t you want to fool around a little? Hmmmm?” He kisses the spot on my neck that gets me every time, gliding his hand right up over my stomach below my T-shirt.
I place my hand on his to stop it from moving up farther. I’ve never said no to Owen before. It feels foreign.
“Baby, come on. What’s going on here? You always want to fool around.” He sounds perplexed and wounded himself.
“Owen, I’m just tired,” I say a little more harshly than intended. “Just let me go to sleep.” I shift away from him and close my eyes.
He sighs heavily and pulls his hand back from under my shirt. Placing it on my hip, he leans in, giving me a kiss on my head. “All right, baby. Can I just cuddle with you then?” He sounds hopeful, but I’m exhausted and emotional and he still has a good buzz, which means his roaming hands won’t stop if he has them on me in any capacity.
“Owen…”
“Okay. Okay. I’ll leave you alone.” He rolls onto his back and shuts the lamp on his side of the bed off. “I love you, Olivia,” he says quietly.
Tears form and my throat tightens as I hold back the words—I can’t respond. I nod, but I’m sure he doesn’t see it because he turns over with a sad sigh.
My eyes flutter open as I wake up; the room flooded with sunlight. Crap—we forgot to close the drapes last night. I feel Owen behind me, rubbing his morning erection against my ass. My first instinct is to rub back. I hear him moan in approval, and then I remember last night and stop. It’s like someone has poured cold water over me.
I get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, and shut the door behind me. I feel awful because I know this is bothering him. I’m never mad at him, never deny him sex, never not sleep in his arms. I need to just tell him what I heard and why it upset me. It’s really only fair since I heard a small part of a longer conversation. Although the part I heard was pretty specific.
After going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I walk back out into the living room. Owen is making us coffee in the room’s coffee maker. He studies me and smiles his heart-stopping smile. He looks glorious with his tight boxers, his tan, muscular body, his bed-head hair, and those sparkling, blue eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful. Coffee?”
I give a halfhearted smile. “Yeah. That would be great,” I reply. It’s so awkward between us.
He wrinkles his brow, now looking concerned. “Baby, are you still not feel well? Are you okay? You’re worrying me.”
I look up at him—in the eyes this time. “Um, well, I don’t feel one hundred percent like myself. Maybe I just need a shower or a cup of coffee,” I say, nodding toward the cup he’s handing me.
“I can help you with
“What’s with the T-shirt, Olivia? What’s wrong, beautiful? Talk to me.”
I look down at what I’m wearing. It didn’t even occur to me that I’d put something on when I usually go to bed naked. Huh. I glance up at him but have a hard time looking him in the eye. It hurts too much. I’m sure I’m making a lot out of nothing, I’m good for that. But for right now, I’m feeling wounded and I just don’t want to explore it tonight.
I walk to the bed and climb under the covers, turning my back to him. “I’m fine. I told you. I just don’t feel well.”
I feel him slide down into the bed and curl up behind me. He reaches over my head and turns off the bedside lamp, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulling me to him. My ass rubs against… God, he’s still hard? I think the whole ‘men think with their penises’ thing may be misguided, because his penis doesn’t seem to get that I’m pissed.
He nuzzles my neck, kissing me lightly. It takes every ounce of my willpower not to respond to him. Thank God a woman’s arousal isn’t overtly obvious so he can’t tell that he’s affecting me.
“Baby...don’t you want to fool around a little? Hmmmm?” He kisses the spot on my neck that gets me every time, gliding his hand right up over my stomach below my T-shirt.
I place my hand on his to stop it from moving up farther. I’ve never said no to Owen before. It feels foreign.
“Baby, come on. What’s going on here? You always want to fool around.” He sounds perplexed and wounded himself.
“Owen, I’m just tired,” I say a little more harshly than intended. “Just let me go to sleep.” I shift away from him and close my eyes.
He sighs heavily and pulls his hand back from under my shirt. Placing it on my hip, he leans in, giving me a kiss on my head. “All right, baby. Can I just cuddle with you then?” He sounds hopeful, but I’m exhausted and emotional and he still has a good buzz, which means his roaming hands won’t stop if he has them on me in any capacity.
“Owen…”
“Okay. Okay. I’ll leave you alone.” He rolls onto his back and shuts the lamp on his side of the bed off. “I love you, Olivia,” he says quietly.
Tears form and my throat tightens as I hold back the words—I can’t respond. I nod, but I’m sure he doesn’t see it because he turns over with a sad sigh.
My eyes flutter open as I wake up; the room flooded with sunlight. Crap—we forgot to close the drapes last night. I feel Owen behind me, rubbing his morning erection against my ass. My first instinct is to rub back. I hear him moan in approval, and then I remember last night and stop. It’s like someone has poured cold water over me.
I get out of bed, walk to the bathroom, and shut the door behind me. I feel awful because I know this is bothering him. I’m never mad at him, never deny him sex, never not sleep in his arms. I need to just tell him what I heard and why it upset me. It’s really only fair since I heard a small part of a longer conversation. Although the part I heard was pretty specific.
After going to the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I walk back out into the living room. Owen is making us coffee in the room’s coffee maker. He studies me and smiles his heart-stopping smile. He looks glorious with his tight boxers, his tan, muscular body, his bed-head hair, and those sparkling, blue eyes.
“Good morning, beautiful. Coffee?”
I give a halfhearted smile. “Yeah. That would be great,” I reply. It’s so awkward between us.
He wrinkles his brow, now looking concerned. “Baby, are you still not feel well? Are you okay? You’re worrying me.”
I look up at him—in the eyes this time. “Um, well, I don’t feel one hundred percent like myself. Maybe I just need a shower or a cup of coffee,” I say, nodding toward the cup he’s handing me.
“I can help you with
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