Page 26 of Forgot to Tell You Something

It’s uncanny how much we have in common. Besides music, we share the same taste in movies, superheroes, hell, our sarcasm runs in the same vein. He even claims to skate, although he hasn’t been on a board in years. I might have to put that theory to the test.

So, even if there wasn’t this insane, undeniable attraction between us, we would undoubtedly be best friends.

Owen slides his arm around my waist, pulling me against his side as we stroll to the car. “It was a hell of a concert.”

“Made better because you know the lead singer,” I mention with a wink, smiling as Owen opens my car door. A gentleman. That’s a rare treat.

“I’ve known him for years. How do you think I managed an extra ticket last minute?”

“You are friends with one of my all-time favorite bands. I don’t know whether to be more jealous of that or this car.”

“Don’t be jealous of the car. It’s a rental.”

I pivot in my seat, facing him. “You really are living out of a suitcase, aren’t you?”

“For the time being. I didn’t have a car in San Francisco. I didn’t need one.”

“Definitely a necessity in Fort Lauderdale.”

“Exactly. So, I rented this beauty to see if I like her before I buy.”

I run my hand along the dash of the Audi A8. Owen is right; she’s a gorgeous car. An expensive, gorgeous car. “This is a pricey vehicle.”

“About $85,000 new.”

My jaw drops at his blasé mention of the price. “My entire life isn’t worth $85,000. So, you can afford a wickedly expensive car, and you left your life in San Francisco. You’re a bank robber on the lam, aren’t you?”

Owen chuckles, pulling away from the curb. “I told that last night. I’m a thief, but you caught me. Now the question is, what are you going to do with me?”

Oh, my gorgeous man, the possibilities are endless.

My apartment—and old as crap vehicle—are only a few miles from Wicked Chucks, so the ride is over far too soon.

“Stay right there,” Owen orders, popping out of the car to open my door.

We stroll up the walkway, and my brain flips into overdrive. I’m wearing my sexy lingerie, and God knows I want this man’s hands all over my body. But, despite our necking session at Wicked Chucks, I don’t want Owen thinking I’m the type of woman to jump into bed with a stranger.

Even if that stranger is the most handsome and charming man I’ve ever met.

Owen stops on the doorstep, pulling me against him. But this time, the kiss is less demanding. It’s as if he’s savoring every second of me for the future. His tongue melds with mine as his hands frame my face, holding me in the moment.

His mouth teases me with restrained passion while demolishing my last vestiges of self-restraint.

I never stood a chance.

“Do you want to come in?” I breathe, breaking from the kiss.

His fingers caress my jaw, those eyes catching the moonlit glow. “You have no idea how much.”

“I’m pretty positive if you come in that we’ll wind up sleeping together.”

“Is that so bad?”

“I’m fairly certain it will be spectacular.”

“Agreed.”

My hormones are going to kill me later.

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