Owen
"What sounds good?" I ask her.
"Still have the stuff for mac and cheese?"
"Sure do."
Unfortunately, we're both dressed. Fortunately, though, she's in a pair of my boxers, a The Escape sweatshirt, and her fuzzy socks she wore here earlier. Her hair is a mess from my fingers running through it, a little bit of mascara is smudged under her eyes, but the smile on her face is what I can't stop staring at.
It's brilliant and wide. Teeth white and a little imperfect. Lips naturally a little rosy. Soft and pliant. The bottom a little more plump than the top.
"Keep looking at my mouth and we'll never eat."
I grin, wink, and move around the kitchen to grab what we need along with Cami, who's already filling a pot with water.
I'm shredding a block of cheddar cheese while she's digging ar
