"Look, the key to winning her heart is all in the details. You've got to show her you care, you know? It's not just about asking how her day was or sending a 'goodnight' text. It's about being there, showing up with her favorite comfort food when she's had a tough day, surprising her with thoughtful gifts, not just on holidays but whenever. Be her rock, man."
"That's how she'll know you're the real deal. Then, she'll be able to let go of any doubts and truly fall into your arms, trust me."
"Got it?"
Owen couldn't help but agree.
Except for one little thing.
The whole idea of a dramatic 'fall into the arms' move or stealing a kiss just didn't sit right with him.
Too risky, too forced.
It felt disrespectful, not romantic.
Respect was key.
Yet, in his dreams, he'd thrown all respect out the window, doing exactly those things he despised.
Even asking, "Anne, do you like it?" in a moment of madness.
Waking up, Owen was a mess of regret, cradling his head like a guilty child caught stealing cookies.
Eventually, he calmed down, got out of bed, and changed into a fresh pair of boxers...
He thought he was over this phase.
Why was it happening again?
...
The next morning, Stoddard arrived at the lab bright and early.
He had left before finishing his work the day before and was determined to make it up before Owen noticed.
To ensure he wouldn't oversleep, he set three alarms, waking up before dawn to get to the lab.
And then—
"Dude, when did you get here? Isn't it Sunday? We agreed to take the weekend off. What are you doing here?"
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed
Update pls~...