Angelic
Half an hour after that, Owen and I didn’t talk. He was looking at me intently, like he wanted to pierce my eyes with his soul. Sighing again for the nth time, I glanced at him looking at me, giving him a glare. The side of his lips curl into a smile and he stifle a chuckle.
What?
I mean, what?
What the hell is wrong with him!
“Stop staring at me,” I whispered when there was a time Natasha wasn’t looking at us. Owen glide his arms until our fingers touch, barely, making my breathing hitched. s**t. This is not good. Natasha will notice us.
“Owen!” Natasha shouted, making me jump on my place. I stay away from Owen the whole damn time he was staring at me with that weird look. He knows I’m pissed of it, and the asshole is enjoying every damn second of my reaction!
“Yeah?”
