You were dating Owen, the introverted boy. He was known for being shy, nervous and innocent. Well there are all true except one.

Owen currently has you pinned to a wall. He’s holding your hands above your head. His other hand wanders your body, capturing every curve.

You stare at him with complete lust. You need him.

“Owen.” You groan leaning in, trying to close the space between you both.

“Look how desperate you are.” He says with smug smirk.

“Please Owen.” You groan once more.

He chuckles.

“Patience princess, let me enjoy every second of you begging for my touch.”