It wasn't that Alicia was lying when she admitted to Owen that she missed the raw animalistic sex. It was just that she didn't admit the whole truth.
Sure, sometimes it had been... animalistic.
Like the first time she was in his bed and he had pinned her to the mattress and gone so, so deep.
But sometimes it was sweet, and quiet.
Like when she was defending someone who had so uttterly destroyed two girls the age of her daughter and he had held her close and pressed his lips gently to hers as he reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers.
Sometimes it was hot and heavy.
Like when they had shared a bottle of wine without any dinner and had stumbled to her bedroom, only to find that the floor was closer than the bed.
Sometimes it was urgent and breathless.
Like when they hadn't seen each other properly for almost a week and found themselves in a hotel during an ostensible lunch hour.
And sure, sometimes it was raw.
Like when he held her thighs around his as he pinned her against the wall of his shower, his mouth open against hers, steam mixing with sweat.
Owen put her in a cab and she got back to her apartment, alone, and picked up her phone.