*Hope*
“So tell me, is there anything at all you are not like a master at ?” I say looking teasingly up at Owen, as we are dancing close together to a slow song.
“Uhm, what do you mean ?” He gives me a small smile and chuckles softly. “There are a lot of things ... not so many things I am good at. What do you happen to think I am good at ?”
I give him a ‘like you don't know’ look. “Well we all know you are a great businessman, I mean you must be with your success and you just proved that you are rather apt at dancing too, and well you are definitely an amazing singer, so a bonafide triple threat. But I happen to know you are also quite a good swimmer, you are really good with words, you are a great kisser and an amazing ...”. I whisper the last word, blushing slightly. “... lover”.
“Ah
