After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

"That was a cheesy line, even for you." She said and leaned one hand on the bed as support and used her other hand to push his hair out of his forehead while she gently placed hers on his, just like when they were younger. "You're still warm, are you sure you're feeling better?" She asked.

"Mhm," Owen answered, enjoying the feeling of her hand against his skin. "But my head doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"That's good to hear." She said and sat up, her hand leaving his face.

Owen didn't miss the way his chest constricted at the loss of contact.

"How'd you sleep last night? The chair didn't make your neck ache, did it?" He quickly brought up a small time topic to coupe with the loss.

"A bit." Leonica admitted, rubbing her neck. "But I'm fine, the pain will go away in a few minutes."

"Come here." Owen ordered and patted the bed.

"Huh? What's with the sudden order?"

"Lay on the bed. I'll rub your neck."

""You don't have to."

"I want to. I'm the one who's been causing you trouble since last night. So just this once, please, let me be useful."

Leonica sighed, knowing fully well that if she continued this way, neither of them were going to do anything eventful. "Alright." She gave in and sat on the bed, leaning forward and positioning her head right in front of his knees. "I'll start now." He warned, his hand finding it's way into her hair.

The feeling was strange.

Leonica relaxed against him, allowing herself to get lost in the feeling of his hand rubbing her neck.

"Leo." Owen called, his hand stilling against her neck.

"Hm?" She hummed, opening her eyes and looking back at him.

a serious expression on his face. "Do you know how I feel about you?"

looking for the reason

looked away and shook her head. "No." Her answer was followed by a quick attempt to change the topic. She wasn't ready to

Owen held her wrist, preventing her from leaving. "You didn't answer

down at him

"I've been pretty obvious, haven't I?" Of

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"Have you considered the possibility that you're in love with the idea of love?

she had suddenly grown a

together as tutor and tutee, right?" She asked and continued in even though he didn't give a response. "So, what if

completely shut her up. "I'm not confused about my feeling, Leonica." He stated sternly. "And this isn't some phase either. Ever since 11th grade I've fallen in love

way. "It's not because of the way you take care of me. Yes, I do like that, and yes, the way you treated me made me fall even more in love, but, that's not the only reason." Leonica listened, and Owen continued, taking her silence as a chance to voice his

Romero. You're smart, you're kind, and you're strong. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, and no, it's not because

eyes searching his, trying to find

don't believe me, can you at least accept

looked back at him and her heart ached at the way he looked. Like

just like when she gives the excuse of Gabriel being the father of her child and that being the only reason she still associated with him. "I don't want to

reaching

"Owen..."

do my best,

eyes, her hand tightening around his. She was silent for a long time, but when she opened her eyes, she found him looking at

part of her didn't want to. Perhaps it was because she didn't want to hurt

I'll settle for a kiss." He said and tugged at her hand, pulling

sudden heat

the back of her neck, pulling her down,

real one until you accept my feelings." He promised. "And I don't think my lips are the ones you'll want to be kissing anytime soon, seeing

bit high pitched, a blush staining her

more, placing another kiss