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Conner and Owen were laying face to face to each other on Owen’s bed. Conner laid on his back, and Owen laid on his side with his chin resting against Conner’s shoulder. Owen’s stupid smile wouldn’t leave his face.
“You’re so pretty, Con,” Owen said, cupping Conner’s cheek with his hand.
Conner raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you mean hot?” He held back a shy smile.
Owen chuckled, stroking Conner’s cheek with his thumb. “Nah, I meant pretty.”
Conner wasn’t used to being in a relationship. At least not like the one he was in now. Usually, Conner only had one night stands, and the longest relationship he ever had was 6 months. He wasn’t really in love with her. Yes, he stopped sleeping with other women when he got engaged with Ashley, but he only proposed to her to draw back negative attention from the press .
With Ashley, she was hot, but Conner didn’t really know her that well. Conner didn’t know what love was supposed to be, he’d never been in love before to know how it felt like.
Until he got together with Owen.
It was the night after his reunion with Lawrence, they had decided to sleep over at Lawrence’s stable. Conner complained the whole time about the smell and the scratchy blankets, but despite that Owen couldn’t stop smiling at the fact that he had finally gotten his friends back. That he had finally gotten Conner back, the real Conner. His Conner.
Owen didn’t know what he was thinking that night, but something in his gut told him that maybe, maybe he should do something that he’d always wanted to do. So, he took one more look at Conner, and he closed the gap between them. And Conner responded back. Owen never regretted following his gut that day.
Ever since then, Owen would shower Conner with love every single day, and Conner would never get sick of it. Every compliment, stare, hug, and stolen kiss from Owen made Conner’s heart flutter. He’d miss Owen constantly— even if he’d only been gone for a couple minutes to the bathroom. That’s how he knew he was in love, truly in love.
Conner blushed at Owen’s words, a small smile escaping his lips.
Owen grinned, leaning in to kiss Conner on his temple.
“I love you,” Owen whispered, his eyes closed. He brought his hands to Conner’s cheeks, pressing their foreheads together.
Conner nodded, his smile growing larger by the second.
He whispered back. “I love you too.”
Conner finally found the one for him, and he was never going to let go of him.