"So, what do you want?" I asked as we walked into the kitchen. "Beer? Wine? Tea?"
"I didn't hear you as an option." Owen smiled.
"That's because I didn't give myself as an option."
"Well, can you be?"
"No." I shook my head staring into the refrigerator.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm afraid that if we start something you'll want more than I'm ready for."
"This is pressure free. And it's really important to me that you understand that."
"I do, but tensions run high, one thing always leads to another and then things happen. Mistakes get made and then what you thought were feelings were actually just lust and the feelings disappear." I shrugged.
"This isn't one of those things where I get what I want and walk away. I can guarantee that's not what this is. I have never worked so har
