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.
Just as I was getting absorbed in the sensation, I felt him shifting uncomfortably.
Oh no, have I overstepped?
Panicking, I tried to get off him, but he grabbed my waist, his eyes blazing with intensity. His face flushed deeply as he snarled through gritted teeth, "Don't move!"
Honestly, I hadn't expected him to react so strongly! I was just sitting on him, and he was already showing a reaction!
To avoid blowing my cover, I had to freeze, sitting rigidly on top of him. The unexpected reaction clearly hit Owen hard, too.
In the dimly lit room, I could hear his rapid breaths and my own heartbeat pounding loudly.
He was reacting to a "man," while I was terrified of revealing my secret if I moved wrongly.
We stared at each other awkwardly in our uncomfortable positions. After a long moment, I decided to break the tension.
I nervously ventured, "You know, it's not shameful to like men. I won't tell anyone, you have my word."
As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard Owen's angry retort, "If you say another word, I'll make sure you regret it."
He took several deep breaths to calm down, his hand gradually loosening its grip on my waist. When he finally released me, I felt a mix of disappointment and relief. I carefully slid off him, trying not to accidentally touch anything I shouldn't, fearing it might rekindle his anger.
Now, neither of us dared to speak.
In the enveloping darkness, I attempted to ease the awkwardness and comfort him, saying, "Honestly, liking men is nothing to be ashamed of. You have nothing to worry about from me."