In the dimly lit room, I gently patted his face and asked, "Owen, do you still know who I am?"
Under the dim light, his eyes flickered with confusion before they settled on me. "Cameron…"
He lowered his head, nuzzling my neck like a tamed beast, and whispered, "You smell so good."
His warm breath scorched my face, and his voice, deep and tender, said my name correctly. I took a deep breath and hugged him tightly.
Owen was so strong that he could lift me with one arm, leaving me hanging in the air, my hands weakly draped over him. The familiar scent of mint wafted from his body, the kind he always used in his shower gel, and I felt an overwhelming sense of comfort.
My limbs went limp, my whole body felt like jelly, and my heart melted along with it. I really liked him.
I started calling out, "Owen, Owen... Owen, wait a moment..."
Look at me. Just look at me.
I heard the sound of water droplets falling and the hot, damp sensation of things slowly slipping away. Owen's eyes were bright as he carried me step by step toward the big bed.
My heart was a mix of tender, bittersweet emotions. A year ago, I never would have imagined we'd end up like this. What happens next?