I woke up the following morning feeling alive. I smiled so hard at the remembrance of the wonderful time I had with Owen the last night. I was rolling and smiling on the bed.
“Get up, you’ll be late.” Owen pulled me out of my thought.
I quickly jerked up because I didn’t want to hear the words “you’re late.” From Jerry. It irks me.
‘Another day to deal with that annoying Jerry.’ I mumbled, as I entered the bathroom and went under the shower.
I was lost in my thoughts reliving what happened between me and Owen the night before, the intimacy was on flick.
“Why are you taking too long, you will be late.” I heard Owen’s voice say. His voice was so close, it didn’t sound like he yelled it from the bedroom.
I quickly washed the soap off my face with water and turned around to see the bat
