A few heartbeats passed but Lucy refused to let go of her breath.
She waited for a few more until Owen stayed still. She was relieved but as she let the air pass through her mouth to exhale Owen's hand twitched, his eyes tightened and Lucy shivered at the thought of the man waking up to their compromised position.
She was sitting on his bed holding his hand, not to mention how she trespassed the man's bedroom to get there.
Lucy was frozen in place. She could've torn her hands from Owen's but she held onto some hope that the man would peacefully go back to sleep and she could slip off his grip unnoticed and forget this whole incident.
She had hope. She did. But it failed her.
Owen opened his heavy-lidded eyes and looked directly into Lucy's gaping ones.
Seconds felt like hours as the woman prayed to let this all pass.
With bated breath Lucy waited for the worst — the sound of Owen yelling in panic or anger, probably both.
