Owen's hands gripped my waist tightly.
I didn't have an ounce of strength left to resist. I was completely at his mercy.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already afternoon, and the soft sound of running water came from the bathroom.
Through the frosted glass, I could clearly make out Owen's silhouette.
He was very tall, six-foot-one, to be exact. The kind of man who looked lean in clothes, but had a solid, well-built physique underneath.
As if sensing me watching him, he suddenly turned around to face me directly.
Water trailed down over his abs and lower hips.
Flustered by the sight, I quickly turned my head away and hurried to get dressed.
I slipped out before he came out of the bathroom, just to avoid any awkwardness afterward.
Riding the taxi home, I came across a new post
