He wondered if he’d moved too fast with her, if what was going through his head wasn’t just him just feeling overly connected to her because they’d had a shared experience. He stopped himself. Yeah, he was thinking too fucking much. He liked her. He wanted to be with her. End of story. Owen was never one to overthink. He made up his mind quickly, had good instincts, and made decisions based on facts. Now, granted, Kim was messing with his head, his heart, and his libido, but still, he liked being with her. He liked everything about her and he had to concentrate on not messing this up. That night, he called her and picked up Chinese at a little place everyone at work recommended. She sounded tired—he knew he was. Considering they’d both gotten little sleep the night before, it was a wonder either of them were still standing. At this point, he’d be happy to have dinner with her in front of the TV and let her curl up against him while he watched the game.
