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You groan when a knock on the door wakes you up from a peaceful slumber.
Owen slightly shifts. His movements make you realize you are lying on top of him – naked – after falling asleep a few hours before, a tangled heap of limbs.
“What the hell?” He mutters as the person at the other end of the door knocks insistently again.
You finally raise your head and look at him. A lazy smirk adorns his face and you feel your cheeks flush as events from the previous night flash behind your eyes.
Someone knocks on the door a third time.
You start to move and groan again when you realize how sore your body is from last night’s activities. Owen really had been ALL over you. You do not get the chance to leave the bed; Owen pulls you back against this body, his arm wrapped around you like a steel band. He buries his face in your neck, his lips move over your skin greedily.
You moan softly, the familiar feeling of his lips on you instantly causing a turmoil of feelings.
The person behind the door does not let up. Another knock follows.
“I know you’re awake.” It is Claire’s voice. “Can you please just open the door.”
You smile at Owen sheepishly as you untangle yourself from him for a second time. You crawl out of bed and grab the first piece of clothing you can find. It is one of the shirts you bought Owen at the airport. You throw it on. You are much smaller than Owen, so the shirt hits you mid thigh, at least covering your very naked body underneath.
You hurry to the door and unlock it. You open it only far enough so you can peep through it. Claire is looking at you, the look on her face changes from exasperation to amusement when she takes you in from head to toe. “What took you so long?”
“I-”
You do not have to say anything else. Claire does not wait for you to answer. “Never mind.”
“What?”
Claire would not have been at your door at 5.30 in the morning if she did not have a question. Or needed something from you.
“I was looking for Owen.” She chuckles. “No one seems to know where he is.”
“Oh.”
Your cheeks redden when Claire chuckles again. “Guess I’ve found him.”
You are at a loss for words for a moment, waiting for Claire to elaborate why she needed Owen this early in the morning.
“It’s not THAT urgent.” Claire says. “My sister is leaving in an hour and Gray wants to say goodbye.”
“We’ll be down in a bit.” You mumble.
Claire winks at you, before turning around and walking away.
You close the door. When you turn around, Owen is probed up on the bed. He is grinning at you. “So much for keeping this between us for now.”
Damn, he looks ravishing lying on the bed bare-chested like that.
“Yeah, well…”
You were surrounded by colleagues, locked in a hotel until your official documents had arrived from the embassy. You had not expected to keep whatever it was that you and Owen had, a secret from them for long anyway. Claire showing up only hours after it happened was a bit fast though.
Not that you mind much, you realize.
“You heard Claire.” You tell Owen. “Gray wants to say goodbye to you. Get your ass out of bed.”
“We have another hour.”
His voice is distinctively lower now. You watch as he gets out of the bed and you are a bit distracted by his bare chest. He reaches for you.
“Oh no.” You take a step back, laughing. “Not now. You need to take a shower and get dressed.”
“You can use a shower as well.” He smirks.
“Owen!” You squeal when Owen picks you up and carries you to the bathroom.
“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”