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silly insecurities go, the bad memories started to fade, and the real Owen Thompson was pretty sexy himself.

    After dinner, Owen took me by the hand and led us outside where the night air had a little chill to it. We strode to the corner where his car was parked.
    “So tell me something about yourself that no one else knows.”
    My brow furrowed. “Shouldn’t we wait until the second date before we share our deep dark secrets?”
    Owen’s lips twitched. “Nice to know I have a second date already lined up. I must’ve made a good impression. Doesn’t have to be deep, we can talk about skeletons in the closets around the fourth date or so.”
    “Fourth? Someone’s ambitious, aren’t they?” I smirked at Owen.
    “Hopeful. Ambitious. Whatever you’d like to call it.” He shrugged as we strolled on the deserted street. Upstate New York at ten o’clock at night was a world of difference from New York City. The sleepy town went to bed much earlier than I was used to.
    “I keep journals,” I blurted. Owen’s brows drew together. He stopped walking and faced me.
    “Like a diary? That’s your secret?” He chuckled.
    “No, not a diary. I write in a journal when I get upset. It’s always been easier to write on paper what I can’t say out loud. I’ve done it since I was six years old and had to go back and forth between my mother’s house and my father’s on the weekends. My mother gave me my first journal and told me to write until I felt better, but no one knows I still do it. Happy?”
    “Very.” His smile grew wide as we made our way to the car.
    “Why do you have a car if you’re from Savannah? Did you buy it when you got here?” I rubbed at my arms to get warm.
    “It belongs to one of my roommates. We all share it.” Owen wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back. “Are you cold?”
    My heart thundered in my ears from being this close to him. Feeling a little bold, I slid my arms around his waist and nodded. “A little.” I gazed at his warm smile. And those lips. The ones I’d been dreaming about since the first day I laid eyes on him.
    “You are so beautiful,” Owen whispered as he took my face in his hands and rubbed his thumbs back and forth over my cheeks. “When you're around, I don’t see anyone but you.”
    My eyes rolled as I fought the twitch of a smile. “Wow, you Southern boys sure know how to sweet talk a girl.”
    Owen chuckled. “I only speak the truth. You outshine everyone to me. You're bright . . . like a sky full of stars.”
    I was teasing him for being a Coldplay fan when he brushed his lips against mine. I exhaled a whimper as his tongue trailed along my bottom lip. Losing myself in the wet warmth of his mouth, a groan escaped my throat as I pulled him closer. God, he tasted so damn good. Tingles exploded all over my body over just one kiss.
    “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.” I cringed as my confession slipped out. Owen nipped his way down my neck and I felt his smile against my shoulder.
    “I wouldn’t have stopped you.” He dragged his thumb across my bottom lip. “I would never say no to those lips. Every time you explained ledgers to me, my eyes were glued to your mouth. Do you know you nibble your bottom lip when you concentrate?” Owen tugged on my lip with his teeth. “I wanted to do that,” he whispered against my mouth.
    Good Lord , I was a puddle at his feet. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to climb him like a tree right there on the sidewalk.
    He gave me a soft peck and groaned. “I better get you back. If I keep kissing you, I’ll never want to stop.”
    “So,” I whispered as I threaded my fingers in his hair. My breaths were quick and shallow as I pulled him closer. “Don’t.”
    Owen backed me against the truck door and brought his lips back to mine. Between his very talented mouth and his rock hard body pressed so close, I would’ve happily spent the rest of my life pinned there.
    I fought a whimper as he pulled