“Is he asleep?” the message I’ve been waiting for finally flashes across my screen.
“Yes.”
“Open the door, Slut.”
Holding on to my phone, I sneak out of bed, tip-toe across the hotel room, grabbing a room key as I go, and crack open the door just enough to peer out, keeping the light spilling in from the hallway from reaching the bed. I wonder what he has arranged for me to do. I look out into the hall and there HE was. Owen.
I feel my lungs empty as my heart starts to race. I lick my lips and swallow hard as he smiles. My knees literally go weak at the sight of him smiling at me there in the hallway. Thankfully, my grip on the door and the wall are enough to keep me upright. It’s only our second time being face to face, but I know I will never tire of this man.
“You just gonna stare at me?” He says, with a chuckle.