He was back.
Lying on her bed. Half naked. Wounded, body and soul. She didn't think Owen would come back…but he did. He fought her, before he would let her help him. As always.
After a few days he was better. He didn't tell her what happened or how he got hurt. She didn't ask twice. She had her own problems, Owen couldn't be something else to worry about. Right?
No one knew that she barely slept. One, two hours every night, at most. But that night, they had dinner. And wine. When she lied in her bed, it was almost like she was floating. She closed her eyes and a purple haze filled her mind until she was no more…
Maybe it was a dream.
In it, she was naked, kissing Owen. He was inside her. His kiss felt like…like she was falling down the Empire State Building. She was falling down and she reached her hand to grab onto something so she could stop falling. She grabbed his hard rock arm. He moaned. They came, almost at the same time. He buried his face in her dark silky hair.
Maybe it was a dream.