I woke up from a dreamless sleep to laughter. I forced my eyes open and glared at the noise before I realized why my father was laughing in the doorway. I was on my side but I had a pair of dark, strong arms wrapped about my naked torso. My cheeks went red as I tried to untangle myself from Owen but, even in sleep, he was annoyingly strong.
“Shut up,” I whispered to my giggling parent. I glared at him for a moment. His smile was slightly too big, covering his face far more than it should. It was almost creepy.
“I’ll come back later,” he said, “I didn’t know you were at that level in the relationship.”
“We aren’t,” I argued as I, again, tried to remove myself from his arms. I didn’t even remember when he came and laid beside me. I gave up and fell back against his chest with a groan. I
