Morgan sat next to the driver, followed by me, and then Owen. We were squeezed in so tightly that Owen placed his arm around me, and I rested mine on his leg. I felt his breath in my hair, as he turned towards me with a smile on his face. Morgan was talking animatedly with the driver, and it was almost like we were in our own separate worlds.
I smiled back at him, and he leaned towards me. I lifted my chin and came closer, and closer until his lips met mine in a sweet peck.
“I promise to tell you everything.” He whispered. “Just as soon as I get you alone again.”
“Only if you're ready.” I whispered back.
“I honestly don't know if I'll ever be... but you make me want to find out, Ronnie Locke.”
I smiled and he pecked my lips once again, before returning his gaze back to the road ahead of us. Morgan was still talking, and I noticed that her hand was now resting on the driver's thigh. I shook my head, and Owen ran his thumb over my shoulder. I laid my head down against him, and closed my eyes. If I had to be stuck in a tow truck with Morgan's incessant flirting, at least I could try to sneak a nap in.
ELEVEN
THANKS TO MORGAN'S flirtatious nature, the tow truck driver took us all the way to Maryland. He dropped our truck off, and after making arrangements to have it fixed, he then took us to the hotel that Morgan had booked earlier in the day. It was no where near as nice as the one we shared in Virginia, but it didn't seem to bother anyone but her.
She argued with the manager for a good twenty minutes, insisting that they had to have some kind of room upgrade available. Of course they didn't, and she finally gave in when I pulled her aside to talk some sense into her. We were here, together, and all in one piece and that's what mattered. That, and the fact that she'd scored a dinner date with the driver.
Instead of settling into our room, she left with him, and told me not to wait up. I didn't mind the reprieve though. I took a nice long shower, and after brushing my hair I changed into something comfortable. With the day that we just had, all I wanted to do was find some place that delivered, and veg out. That, and hopefully finish my conversation with Owen.
I thought about knocking on his door, but I didn't want to bother him. When he mentioned his wife, I got the feeling that it was a sore subject. He didn't say ex though, did he? Did that mean that he was still married? Was that why he was having such a hard time pressing the gas on us?
I paced my room for a while, debating on how I should handle things. I knew that I needed to go to him. The odds were that Morgan would end up back here at some point, and I couldn't handle another interruption from her.
My hair was still damp, and beginning to frizz but I didn't give it a second thought. I used the hair tie on my wrist, and tossed it up into a messy bun on the top of my head, and then I walked out of my room, and over to Owen's.
He was only two doors down from Morgan and I, and in that short time my heart managed to beat ten times faster. I took a deep breath before knocking, and then I stood there. Waiting. It felt like forever, but when he finally answered the door he was standing in front of me in nothing but a hotel towel. A towel that clearly wasn't large enough to cover everything properly.
“Do you always answer your door in a towel?” I asked with a hitch in my voice.
“Only when I know it's you.” He winked before ushering me inside, and locking the door behind us.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as he came towards me, and he grinned. When he reached me, he placed his left hand on my cheek.
“It looks like we had the same idea, Unicorn.”
“To take a shower?” I asked softly.
He chuckled. “That too.”
I blushed, and he ran his thumb under my chin before tilting it up towards him.
“Those kisses in the truck earlier were just a prelude to what I really want to do.” He whispered, as he brought his lips closer to mine.
I could feel his breath mingling with mine, and I found myself leaning closer. He smiled letting his bottom lip brush against mine, and my breath caught in my throat.
“I- we need to finish our conversation.” I said, suddenly remembering the reason I came over here.
He rested his forehead on mine, and closed his eyes.
“I thought you might say that. Let me just put some clothes on.”
“You don't have to.” I rushed out. “I mean-”
“You aren't making this any easier, Unicorn.” He said, gesturing towards his lower region.
I bit my bottom lip, before quickly turning away from him. He laughed, and I could hear the sound of the towel hitting the ground. It took every ounce of will power I had not to turn around. I had seen what he was working with through his clothing, and now through a flimsy towel. My imagination was already running wild. All I had to do was turn around. Just one little peek. A peek wouldn't hurt right? I shook my head. He could be a married man! I need to get myself under control.
A short time later, Owen cleared his throat.
“It's safe to look now.” He teased.
I slowly spun around to face him, and he winked at me. He'd gotten dressed alright, too
