Faux Vows, True Desires

"Cecilia, you've eaten me up, and now you've got to make an honest man out of me. When are we heading down the aisle? Or should I take the lead and sweep you off your feet?" Owen sat up, wrapping his arms around Cecilia's waist, pulling her close under the covers with him.

He knew very well that Cecilia was naked under the blanket. If he didn't hold on to it, he was sure he'd burn up from the heat.

Cecilia didn't feel unwell, except for a splitting headache - a clear souvenir from last night's boozy escapade.

She had never been a heavy drinker, but she had seen enough movies to know the score.

Plus, she had Lucinda, her novelist bestie, who churned out chapters so tame they barely brushed past a kiss. Though, Lucinda's drafts did get a bit steamy - drafts only a best friend would see. Her lack of discomfort meant that last night hadn't gone beyond a certain point.

As her wits returned, Cecilia quickly unwound Owen's arm from her waist and clutched the sheets to her as she leapt out of bed.

"Mr. Malicious, you're trying to trap me!"

Owen chuckled mischievously, "You're quick on the uptake. I thought maybe we'd have to get a marriage license before you'd figure it out."

That was as good as an admission that he hadn't taken advantage of her last night.

A gentleman, indeed.

"But, Cecilia, you did give me quite the runaround last night. Surely, that calls for some sort of compensation, right?"

Owen had that roguish twinkle in his eye.

Cecilia's face flushed even more, and she stammered, "How did I give you a runaround?"

were all over me, tearing at my shirt, buttons

Owen no small amount

appreciated what she

Cecilia was speechless.

strike her

perhaps open up a hole in the floor for her to

This was mortifying.

soon returned with a white shirt - the very one he had worn the night before. "Cecilia, exhibit A. I'm not falsely accusing you. Those buttons didn't pop off by themselves," he said as he

girls can't handle a needle and thread; she

you managed to cover me in, well, let's

in one hand, the other still clutching the sheets around her, and looked at him,

return with a set

a fiery death, I didn't help you bathe. Now that you're awake, go take a hot bath. I don't have your clothes here, my bad. I really should have a dozen sets at all my places for you. I'll make it right. Next time, you won't be

genuinely felt he had been

always made sure to have all the essentials ready for Lucinda at his places - the epitome

my clothes for now. I'll call someone to bring you a

hadn't followed, he called out, "Cecilia, come take your bath. I've got the water ready. If you need my help, I'll gladly assist - free of charge, of course. Not like when you only gave me a hundred bucks for a kiss. Might as well

was nothing to someone like

image was ruined

walked into the bathroom. Seeing Owen's eager gaze, ready to serve her anytime, Cecilia hesitated for a moment. After a while, she said, "I told you not to let me

pushed my hand away once, and I thought you can drink, thinking maybe I should wait and see. I never expected you to change so much after

she push Owen's hand away? She couldn't remember. Everything he said now seemed

Everything you did to me last night, I'll keep it in my mind and heart. I won't say a word about it to save you from