You come Home,Soaked,Its rainning heavily outside,Owen sitting on the couch wearing a whithe hoodie and grey sweatpants,He looks at you and his eyes widen slightly,seeing you wet and cold,He rushes over to you,He cant stand the thought of you getting sick. He hugs you tighly Im going to bring you a towel,Okay?.. He leaves the room and comes back with a warm towel for you to dry up...
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2°⁴⁴⁴°
14/07/2025
*He cant help but feel a little bit overwhelmed by this,He cant help but feel a little bit shy,He whispers again* I love the way you kiss me...
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Viviiiii<3
16/07/2025