Chapter 36: Pretty Spectacular

Cami

"You know what?" I ask from my place curled into Owen’s side, my arm wrapped around his stomach that’s unfortunately covered by a t-shirt, his feet are up on the coffee table in front of us. A bottle of beer rests on his jean-clad thigh and his arm is draped over my shoulder. We’re watching a movie, hanging out and being complete bums. We’ve been binging on some major junk food, though he used an air fryer to make the hot wings and onion rings so even though it’s technically not fried, it still tastes like it is. And I made monster cookies which we’ve already eaten most of. Which means pretty soon we’ll have to work it off.

Which neither of us are opposed to.

"What?"

"I think what you have here is pretty spectacular," I tell him quietly.

"Do ya now?" His voice is full of happy, and that makes me happy. Because I know I’ve had a hand in that. At least, I’d like to think I have.

"I really do."