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Chapter 3

"Get away from me, you freak!" Cristina screamed as she jumped out of bed. She tried to understand what was happening but her eyes were not yet accustomed to the pitch darkness in the room. Stumbling toward her desk, she tried to get to her phone. "I know self-defense so don't try anything."

"Cristina?"

What the hell? "Owen?" Cristina stopped as she heard the familiar voice. She squinted as the room suddenly filled with light and she saw the big man standing next to the door.

"Cristina. I am so sorry. I thought you were Stacy. She said you won't be here. I am really sorry." Owen started apologizing.

For a while Cristina couldn't say anything but she quickly recovered from the shock and her initial fright was replaced by anger.

"YOU'RE SORRY? YOU SCARED ME TO DEATH." She screamed. "DON'T YOU CHECK WHO YOU GET INTO BED WITH?" The girl grabbed a pillow from the floor and threw it at him.

"I…I'm sorry" This was all Owen could say. He suddenly felt really embarrassed and his faced turned to a bright shade of red. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans and his gaze was off to the floor, as he wasn't entirely sure where to look.

"THIS ISN'T EVEN STACY'S ROOM."

"Well, in my defense, I've never been here before. Stacy told me you won't be here so I just assumed…Where is she, anyway? The other bedroom was empty."

"Didn't you talk to her?" Cristina asked, surprised that her roommate hadn't filled him in on the situation. "She's saying over at a friend's house."

"Oh. Well, my phone was off because of a meeting." Cristina watched Owen check his messages. This was beyond embarrassing for her. This was mortifying. There she was being felt up by her best friend's boyfriend. Well, who could blame her? The man was seriously gorgeous. Cristina found herself staring. Stop it, Cristina! She immediately told herself. This is inappropriate!

"Yeah, she left me a couple of messages. It's just been a really long day and I forgot to turn it back on."

They both stood there, just staring at each other. Cristina was still thinking while Owen was wondering what to do next. He wasn't sure whether he was supposed to wait for a response or just leave. So they just stood there.

"Nice PJ's, by the way." Owen said in an attempt to fill the awkward silence.

The comment brought Cristina back to reality and she suddenly felt self-conscious. Of course, she would be wearing her most embarrassing pair. She gave Owen a deadly glare which made him want to take back his words. Somehow, he had managed to make the situation worse.

"Get out!" She yelled as she threw another pillow at Owen.

Stupid pajamas, with the stupid bears. Cristina murmured, taking them off and throwing them in the corner of her wardrobe. They will burn. Just have to find an open fire. She put on her sweats and a dark blue hoodie and went to get herself a glass of water. It was already 11 o'clock. Great! She knew she couldn't go back to sleep after what just happened. She was probably going to be exhausted the next day. Just what she needed. As she walked into the kitchen, Cristina was startled yet again by the sight of Owen rummaging through the cupboards.

"What are you still doing here? Sexually harassing me wasn't enough, so you want to rob me too?"

Owen looked up at her. "Are you always this sassy or is this a special occasion?"

Cristina sat down on the counter. "What are you even looking for?"

"Food. I thought the least I could do was cook you a meal. But it turns out you manage to survive on cereal and… dog food?" Owen held up a can questioningly.

Owen couldn't help but notice the way Cristina's hair swayed as she laughed, black curls bouncing off her shoulders.

"Stacy used to have a dog. Well, technically it was our dog. She thought it would be a good idea to adopt a puppy from the shelter. Something to do with mutual responsibility and binding. If you ask me, it was just too much work. Did you know you actually have to walk it a least once a day? Although I have to admit Frodo was pretty adorable."

"Was? What happened? Did you forget to feed him or something?"

"What? No! How irresponsible do you think I am?" Cristina flashed Owen a smile. "Apparently our lease said that no pets allowed. Someone ratted us out to the landlord and he came banning at our door at 6 a.m. Not cool. I'm pretty sure it was the couple who lives down the hall. The keep giving me dirty looks every time I walk passed them. "

Owen just stood there while the girl continued to ramble. He was amazed by the way she opened up despite their more than awkward encounter a couple of minutes ago. To be honest he didn't mind listening to her and found her quite fascinating. As Cristina rambled on about her "suspicious" neighbours, she unconsciously gestured with her arms, flailing them above her head. It was rather adorable.

"What?" Cristina suddenly asked, aware that Owen was staring intently at her. She looked at him, straight into his blue eyes. Oh, those eyes. You could just melt into them.

"Do you want to order take-out?" Cristina blurted, interrupting the intense silence. What was she doing? STOP STARIN! She told herself. Humph, wish it was that easy…

"Well, I was hoping to impress you with my amazing culinary abilities but unfortunately I don't know what that many recipes that contain… 'lamb and liver'", reading the dog food label. " Ehh, that doesn't sound too good."

Cristina grinned again. "What a disappointment. Here I was thinking you were more than just good looks."

Did she seriously just say that? What is wrong with you, Cristina? Maybe he didn't notice. Maybe he didn't notice!

Owen did notice. He was surprised to hear the compliment and wasn't sure whether he should respond. What if she didn't mean it that?

He ran a hand through his hair, giving himself a few more seconds before he replied: "How about Chinese? I haven't eaten since lunch and would die for some Kung Pao Chicken."

"Chinese it is." Thanks God that's over. "Just so you know, you're buying". Cristina added while dialing the number of her favourite Chinese restaurant.