Chapter Twelve
Stasia could still feel Owen's touch as she went back to the couch and sat down. She patted the seat next to her for Em to join her, her cheeks warm. She expected him to do the normal thing: ignore everything they'd just done together and let things go back to normal.
She was going to tuck that kiss deep into her memory and revisit it every time she needed a pick me up. But she could barely dream of letting it be more. What was she to Owen? What was he to her?
What could they become?
Everything. The instinct was terrifying and exhilarating, and she was almost sure it was right. If she let him, if she wanted, they could be everything together.
With one casual touch, he’d destroyed her expectations, and she was excited to see just how he planned to build them up again. Ow
