Gwen wrapped herself around a sleeping Rhys, who grumbled and slung his arm around her. It was just a fling. Stupid. Simple, to choose between a prickly arsehole and the man in her bed, whose taste in cards ran to puppies and flowers, who was kind and careful, like she was a gift. She preferred that. Wherever Owen was tonight, she was better off out. Better off away from that wide, snarky mouth that stripped her to bone and built her up again without regard for kindness, that gave pleasure so sharp she screamed.
It shouldn't've hurt.
Gwen wrapped herself around a sleeping Rhys, who grumbled and slung his arm around her. It was just a fling. Stupid. Simple, to choose between a prickly arsehole and the man in her bed, whose taste in cards ran to puppies and flowers, who was kind and careful, like she was a gift. She preferred that. Wherever Owen was tonight, she was better off out. Better off away from that wide, snarky mouth that stripped her to bone and built her up again without regard for kindness, that gave pleasure so sharp she screamed.
Shouldn't've. But did.
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And Owen, can't forget poor self destructive Owen.
::hugs them::
Thanks!
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