Kaitlyn
It hasn't even been five minutes and Owen has pulled over the car, his eyes shifting onto me.
A part of me is curious to know what's going on in his mind and another just wants to shower and simply head off to bed.
He undoes his seatbelt, casually exiting the car to come around my seat. I soon feel arms engulf me towards his firm chest. Owen smells of musk perfumery and after sex, two variables that are deadly when combined.
We remain in that position for a while until he looks down on me whispering, "I don't know how you've been able to put up me since that trip in Barcelona."
November was almost at an end with Thanksgiving marking the end of my mini holiday in Boston before Zara decided to kidnap me for New York. It also meant I'd be going back to school with a month old relationship. Well 27 days to be exact.
