Owen fell first and definitely fell harder.

The relationship between you were more than friends but less than a couple. However, in his head, you was already his. Owen had been content with that arrangement people often called friends with benefits. He didn't feel the need to label it, not until he spotted fresh red roses inside of a vase on your kitchen counter that wasn't from him.

"Red roses." Owen said with a frown on his forehead, acting like a jealous boyfriend. His mind irked with thoughts of you seeing someone else beside him. "From who?"