There’s no better view to wake up to than Owen Parrish tangled up in my sheets. Especially because now he’s not just my friend with benefits. He’s mine. My boyfriend.
boyfriendIs this real life?
If I heard Owen correctly last night during our little heart-to-heart in his car, we are officially a couple. No more deals between friends to help me gain confidence in the bedroom. No more wondering if Owen is off seeing other people when he’s not picking up his phone.
Owen Parrish is my boyfriend. And as long as it doesn’t turn out to be some tequila-fueled dream, consider me over the freaking moon.
After two rounds of make-up s*x kept us up until early this morning, I crashed in Owen’s arms before I even had a chance to take all my makeup off, as evidenced by the dark mascara blotch on my p
