Chapter 10

A date? Owen felt a tightening in his chest. He didn't even know she was interested in anyone. Not that they ever talked about that stuff but with spending so much time together he thought he would have found out earlier. Before he made a fool of himself.

He stepped closer to Cristina's shut door and rested his forehead on it, exhaling deeply.

"Cristina?" He said, hoping for any kind of reaction. "Cristina, please talk to me. Don't shut me out." When he saw that she wasn't planning on talking, Owen continued a little hesitantly: "Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I kissed you." Owen ran a hand through his hair. This speech wasn't exactly going smoothly. UGHH. "That's a lie. I'm not sorry for kissing you. However, I am sorry about attacking you like that. Please open the door. It's just that Stacy broke up with me and I found out that you lied to me. I was angry and confused. Well, mostly confused. And then I got a call that I didn't get into the internship program I had applied for and I just…" After a few moments of silence, Cristina slowly opened her door.

Surprised, Owen stepped a few feet back. He honestly hadn't expected her to face him. And in that dress. How was he supposed to have a grown-up conversation with her when she looked like that. Cristina was wearing the red dress she had on when she first met Owen in the bar few months ago. She had her hair brushed out and it fell over her shoulders and bare back.

"You're not going out like that, are you?" Owen asked when he was done looking her over.

"Excuse me?"

"You're going to put something on top, right? Maybe a sweater?" Maybe 10 sweaters, Owen thought. He really wasn't liking the idea of some creep seeing Cristina in her sexy but very revealing dress.

"What is your problem? If you don't like the dress, you're welcome to leave so you don't have to see me in it. Actually," she continued before getting a response, "you should leave, before Preston gets here."

"Preston? You're going out with the guy that broke your heart?"

Cristina was starting to get angry: "Not that it's any of your business, but yes I am. He said he wanted to talk and I agreed."

"I pretty sure he wants to do more than talk, Cristina! Especially when he sees you in that dress!"

"Oh my God! What is your problem with my dress?" Cristina yelled. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Stacy. I'm sorry, okay? I made a mistake! But my love life has nothing to do with you."

Owen just stood there, staring at her: "Are you done?"

"Yes" She mumbled.

"Good. Because now I have something to say to you." Owen stepped closer and looked directly into Cristina's eyes. "I think you're amazing. I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." At his words Cristina turned her gaze away, but Owen gently pulled her chin up so she was looking at him again. "I love the way your eyes light up when you laugh. I love the fact that you care so much even if you try to hide it. I love how I can tell you anything." As Cristina stood frozen, Owen moved even closer and cupped her face in his hands. He bent down so his mouth was brushing her ear and whispered: "I love that dress but I don't think you should wear it for anyone but me."

Cristina shivered as she felt Owen's breath on her skin. All of her anger was gone. All she could think about was were the hands that were currently caressing her face. She opened her eyes, realizing she had closed them at some point and looked up at the man making her feel things she hadn't felt before.

"Owen," she whispered, "just kiss me."

And with that, they were both gone. All Owen needed was an invitation, a signal for her that this was what she wanted. He claimed her lips with his own and gently pushed her back so she was pressed against the door. Cristina's hand ran up and down his arms and settled in his hair, gently tugging at separate strands. Owen's hands dropped from her face to her waist, using his position to pull her toward him. He traced her bottom lip with his tongue. As she let out a moan, Owen used the moment to find her tongue and deepened the kiss. After what seemed like forever, Owen carefully pulled back. Cristina groaned at the loss of contact and Owen smirked. It looked like he wasn't the only one enjoying this. The girl's lips were swollen and her cheeks flushed. Her breath had speed up and her eyes were once again closed from the pleasure. Owen lifted a hand from her waist and used it to trace circles along her naked shoulders.

"God you're beautiful" He whispered.

Cristina opened her eyes and stared at the blue one looking down on her. She stood on her tiptoes and leant in for another kiss.

Just then they heard a knock at the door, which broke the couple apart and threw them back into reality. Cristina looked stunned and Owen started worrying that she might regret what had happened between them.

"Cristina.." Owen started.

"What are we doing? You're my best friend's boyfriend. This is wrong."

There was another knock.

"Cristina, Stacy and I broke up. We're not doing anything wrong. This feels right." He moved closer, wanting to reassure her. "Stay with me tonight. Don't go." He pleaded.

Knock, knock.

"Just a minute!" Cristina yelled, before turning back to Owen. She found she couldn't look at him. Making space between them, she responded: "I can't. We can't do this. Preston is waiting for me. I have to go."

Owen felt paralyzed. He watched as Cristina moved away from him, but couldn't say or do anything to stop her. She grabbed her purse and a clack coat and started heading out.

"Cristina."

"I have to go, Hunt. I'm sorry!"

Hearing her call him "Hunt" made his chest tighten again. Her voice had lost any trace of gentleness.

From where he was standing he heard the front door open and a deep voice talking. His voice.

"Are you ready to go, Cristina?"