"So...why did you come to get me? You could've just left me alone, you don't like getting wet..."
She know he couldn't care less about her feelings, so why should she be polite with her choice of words either?
He was surprised that she remembered that. Living with her, he had discovered that she knew all his habits and took care not to get in his way. It was more like she'd been avoiding him ever since her spell backfired that day.
"Why are you here...?"
She asked again. This time she was quivering with frustration. He could understand that. She was cold, wet and wanted no part of him.
"I... was worried about you but"
This would be Owen's genuine reply but he didn't say it out. As crazy as it sounded, wet Felicy looked sexy. Her wet clothes clung to her curves, barely leaving anything to the imagination and it was playing games with his mind.
