*Hope*
As soon as I am in my room I kinda start fiddling around. For some reason it is like I can’t really find peace within myself. I go to the bathroom, hoping that taking a quick shower might calm me.
Nah, didn’t help. I put on a pretty yellow night dress, telling myself that I just need to go talk to Owen about this. How it works for both of us and how to proceed.
I find myself all but skipping down the hallway, feeling almost like I float on air, not really knowing what I expect from going toOwen’s room at this hour … he might be asleep, but I know I have to see him, have to be close to him.
When I reach Owen’s bedroom door, I feel butterflies go crazy in my stomach, what will happen ? Are we just going to talk ? Will he kiss me and do I want him to kiss me ? Oh so very badly and
