Owen may be a half-decent poker player, but the second he turns in his chips, any chance of him keeping a poker face disappears. Exhibit A—our hasty exit from Teddy’s apartment.
We laugh the whole way home about how he couldn’t have been any less subtle about announcing that we were leaving together. I’m hoping Elise and the guys assume it was nothing more than a carpool. Or at least that’s what I have to count on, so I don’t overanalyze this thing to death.
Besides, I can’t focus on worrying whether our friends think we’re up to something. Every brain cell I’ve got is focused on Owen—his long, thick fingers wound tightly around the steering wheel as he navigates us toward my place. We’re both at risk of imploding if we can’t get our hands on each other as soon as possible.
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