I wake up on top of Owen. Literally.
My legs are in between his and I'm laying on his chest, and his arms are wrapped around me. No idea how we ended up in this position overnight, but I'm not complaining.
Then last night comes rushing back to me. I have one of those little "aha" moments where you don't remember anything when you initially wake up, but it all comes rushing back at you like a tidal wave a few seconds later.
I kissed Owen. He kissed me- he taught me how to kiss. And it was amazing.
I glance up at Owen to see that he's still asleep, which doesn't surprise me. My alarm hasn't gone off yet, and usually even if he hears it, it always takes me a while to get him out of my bed. Honestly, I don't have any desire to get up from bed today. This position we're in right now is real comfy.
I reach up and start running my fingers through Owen's hair. I don't think I'll ever get over how soft it is. And it's a little messy since he's been sleeping... perfection, honestly.
Once I get his hair all smoothed out, I stop playing with it for a second, but I still leave my hand there.
"No, bugaboo, don't stop," Owen whispers, startling me. I guess he can feel me jump because he instantly wraps his arms tighter around me and rubs my back in an effort to calm me down.
I start to run my fingers through his hair again, since I couldn't possibly say no to his request. He continues to rub my back and lets out soft giggles every time I shiver at his touch. We stay like that for a bit- no words needed. I think we might both be still getting over the shock of last night.
"Jenny?" Owen says after a few minutes of silence.
"Hm?"
"Hi."
I giggle, getting a strange sense of deja vu from the last time this conversation happened. Except the roles were switched that time. "Hi, O," I respond.
"What time is it?"
"Um, about fifteen minutes before my alarm is supposed to go off."
"Good, that means I have time to do your hair."
I smile, knowing that Owen always does my hair perfectly. "I don't want to get up, though."
He contemplates my comment for a second. "Well, doing your hair can wait five more minutes. I'll just have to work quickly," he grins, hugging me tighter.
"Owen? How are we going to tell the others what happened last night?"
"I think we should just let them figure it out for themselves."
"Uh, how?"
He grins. "I'll kiss you and we'll see who sees it happen. And then bam, they all start freaking out and begging us to tell them the whole story. I'm a genius."
"Yeah... genius," I say sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.
We stay quiet for a bit more, neither one of us wanting to move. I think I'd stay like this all day if we didn't have work. He starts running his fingers through my hair, making me feel even more sleepy than I was before, but I don't want him to stop.
"Jenny, you're going to have to get up if you want me to do your hair," Owen finally says after a few minutes.
"But you're warm," I sigh. I finally oblige and sit up, Owen right behind me. I reach to get my brush and hand it to him. I can feel him softly braiding my hair back, stopping to occasionally brush pieces of it. When he gets done, I turn to face him again.
"How's it look?" I ask, even though I know he's probably going to say it looks good no matter what, just to boost his self-esteem.
"Really good. I outdid myself on this one," he says, totally proving my point. Guess I'll just have to trust his word for now, because I'm not getting out of bed to go look just yet.
"Thank you," I tell him. He just grins in response and gives me a kiss that was way too short for my liking. "I really don't want to get up," I say after a few more seconds of us just staring at each other.
"Me either. Guess we'll just have to save the staying in bed for Saturday morning."
"Why not all day Saturday?"
"Because I have something planned for Saturday night," he smirks. "Guess you could call it a date."
"You already had this planned?"
"Of course. I've only been waiting for this for like two months now," he laughs. "Gotta be prepared, right?"
"Whatever you say, O," I say, smiling. "But seriously, we need to get up, or else we're going to be late."
He sighs before getting off of my bed, me following behind him. He gives me another quick kiss before leaving my room.
I listen to a bunch of sappy love songs as I get ready, and honestly, even though it's early in the morning and I am crazy tired, I don't think I stop smiling once. When I come out of the bathroom, Owen's sitting on my bed.
"Well you got ready fast," I say, taking one of my earbuds out.
"Had to come give you this," he says, handing me yet another one of his hoodies. This one is a light gray, and the inside looks really soft.
"Owen, you don't have to-" I start, but he cuts me off.
"But I want to, Jenny. Please," he says as he stands up, putting the hoodie in my hands. "I like it when you wear my clothes. Plus, we all know you probably haven't done laundry in weeks. I know how you are."
I sigh, knowing good and well it's probably been a full month since I've actually done laundry. I take the hoodie from him, which makes him smile.
"Thank you, Owen."
"Anytime, Jenny. Now get dressed so that we don't keep our dear friends waiting." He starts to walk towards my door, but I put my hand on his arm, stopping him.
"One more," I say, standing on my tiptoes to give him a quick kiss. I pull back quickly, but he grabs my face again, pulling me back to him. I don't think this will ever get old.
Owen finally pulls back. "Bugaboo, I think we need to do that more often."
"Agreed," I smile. "Now go, I'll meet you out there in a minute."
"Gotcha," he says, heading towards my door. He looks back at me one more time, smiles, and then finally leaves, shutting my door back behind him.
I change into Owen's hoodie, which I think is probably his softest one yet. I wouldn't mind wearing it for the rest of my life. I put on a pair of leggings (that are dirty, but honestly, I really don't care), and try to mentally prepare myself for what might happen today.
I know my friends will be overly supportive of me and Owen, but it's the telling them part that's scary. But at least I know that Owen and I are in this together.
