After I told Owen I'd never marry him, he was pretty upset but I knew he understood and he didn't allow it to ruin the rest of our trip. Today we played in the snow for a while and I spent time with the kids. Now that the day is coming to an end, I'm exhausted.
Rolling towards Owen, I stare at the tattoos covering his back. He is wearing long pajama pants but remains shirtless like always. He is sitting on the edge of the bed, replying to emails and text messages. My hand itches to touch him so I give in, tracing the lines on his back. His body stiffens but after a moment he relaxes. Deciding to follow my hearts desires, I remove my hand and sit up, moving towards him. Sitting behind him, I wrap my arms and legs around him and press a quick kiss to the center of his back before leaning my
