I heard the sound of water droplets falling and the hot, damp sensation of things slowly slipping away. Owen's eyes were bright as he carried me step by step toward the big bed.
My heart was a mix of tender, bittersweet emotions. A year ago, I never would have imagined we'd end up like this. What happens next?
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.
But at the same time, I understood that it was over. We'd become strangers, forever on parallel paths that would never intersect.
Half an hour later, my phone buzzed urgently.
I pulled it out and saw a message from Megan, her voice breaking and frantic.
"Girl!!! You won't believe it! My idiot brother... he said he slept with a man last night!"
I was like, what the hell?
