Page 83 of Damaged Prince
“Where are you?” she asks.
Pushing off the wall, I stumble my way out of the shower. “Right here.”
Laney makes her way around the corner. When she spots me, her eyes slam shut. “Owen, you’re naked.”
I look down at myself and chuckle. “So I am.”
Sighing, she leaves for a moment and comes back with a towel. “Here. Cover up.”
“Don’t act like this isn’t something you've seen before.” I tease.
“Owen,” she growls, and my cock starts to stiffen at the way she says my name.
“Mhhm,” I hum, reaching for her. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her flush to my naked body.
She lets out a squeak, eyes snapping open. “What the hell are you doing?”
“I’ve missed you,” I murmur, hands grabbing her ass. “I’ve missed you so much, baby.”
“Owen...” She blinks up at me, confusion turning into pain.
“No,” I groan. “No, don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” she whispers.
“Like being with me hurts you.”
She searches my eyes before speaking. “Well, it kind of does, Owen. How else do you expect me to feel? You’ve spent so long telling me how much you wanted me, needed me. That you would wait for me to be ready for you. And when life finally allowed us to be together, you were the one who pulled away.You're the one who ghosted me. You acted like I didn’t exist, like you hate me.”
“I don’t hate you,” I growl, my eyes screaming at her not to give up on me. Not to believe I hate her. That I love her. I need her.
“It doesn’t feel like that. Talk to me, Owen. Stop running and just talk to me.”
“I can’t.” My eyes drop to her lips. Her pink, pretty, kissable lips.
“Why not? Why can’t you tell me what's going on? Is it school? Hockey? Are you struggling? It’s okay to ask for help, Owen. No one is going to think less of you. Just let me in. Let me help you. Let me be there for you. Whatever is going on, you don’t have to do it alone.”
Closing my eyes, I shake my head. “No one can help me.”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s the truth.” I open my eyes and she looks into them, frowning.
“Are you high?”
“What?”
“Are you high?” She grips my jaw, forcing me to look at her. “Your eyes are bloodshot.”
“It’s the pain pills. I just got rammed into the boards.”
“No, it’s not.” She shakes her head. “Owen.”
The way she says my name pisses me off. Pity. Sad. Like I’m a lost cause.
“Don’t look at me like that.” My nostrils flare.
“Owen. Please.”
