Chapter 32: Opposites, Thank Goodness.

Cami

Who is this guy and why does he hide away up here all alone?

"Owen?"

"Yeah?" His head is turned to face me and his hands are resting on my legs, his face is scruffy from what I imagine is a few days of not shaving. Though, come to think of it, since I met him, he’s always had a nice layer of scruff covering his face. When he was between my legs, I noticed it. Loved it. Felt it through my core how incredible that little bit of facial hair is.

I let my fingers roam through it. It’s the oddest combination of coarse and soft. Scott always kept his face completely clean of any facial hair. Though, I think the reason for that was more because he couldn’t grow a full beard if his life depended on it.

The differences between the two men is staggering.

Where Scott was soft, Owen is hard.

Owen’s body is built from years of hard labor.

Scott’s body is built from years of getting manicures and meeting friends for lunch and drinking beer on the golf course.