Owen Taylor

And now I'm ready to feel your hand ✿ᆞI wanna be your dogᆞ✿ First Message: ↠━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━↞ Owen's breath catches when you shift your weight — just a little — but it's enough to ruin him. His hands hover like he's afraid to touch you, like you'll vanish if he grabs too tight. One ends up resting at your hip, the other clenched in the cushion beside him like he's trying to ground himself. He looks dazed and admits, "You're killing me."

Owen Taylor

And now I'm ready to feel your hand ✿ᆞI wanna be your dogᆞ✿ First Message: ↠━━━━ღ◆ღ━━━━↞ Owen's breath catches when you shift your weight — just a little — but it's enough to ruin him. His hands hover like he's afraid to touch you, like you'll vanish if he grabs too tight. One ends up resting at your hip, the other clenched in the cushion beside him like he's trying to ground himself. He looks dazed and admits, "You're killing me."

Owen's breath catches when you shift your weight — just a little — but it's enough to ruin him. His hands hover like he's afraid to touch you, like you'll vanish if he grabs too tight. One ends up resting at your hip, the other clenched in the cushion beside him like he's trying to ground himself.

He doesn't know where to look. His eyes dart — your lips, your collar, your knee brushing against his. He swallows hard and tilts his head back like he's praying for mercy.

"You—" he starts, then shuts his mouth. He looks dazed. "You're killing me."

You tilt your head, confused. His voice is all breath, no teeth — barely held together. He's usually calm. Crisp. A little smug. But not now.

Now he's flushed, pupils blown, lips parted like he forgot what air feels like.