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Commercials and Costa Rica

Alex was more than relieved when nothing seemed to be awkward between Owen and her – when she showed up at work the following Monday. She helped feeding the pack after Owen's training session and she proceeded to watch from afar as the so called Alpha calmly spoke to the girls.

"Admiring the view?"

She was startled for a second, before she recognized the strong French accent and her frown instantly turned into a slight smile as he leaned against the railing next to her. "You know, I always thought of you as a straightforward woman." Barry chuckled and nudged her with his shoulder when she didn't respond – but she just smiled and continued watching Owen.

"He is a good guy, you know. You should give him a chance." He grinned as her eyes snapped up at him – squinting. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Barry chuckled again and shook his head – proceeding his stroll and leaving Alex behind, just as she could see a silver car approach the paddock area.

Alex quickly pushed the short conversation with Barry to the back of her mind and pushed herself off the railing- She took a few steps towards the now parked car and examined the woman who emerged from it.

To Alex, the redhead seemed frantic and stressed. Professional and commanding, yet somehow insecure and sensitive. She had that neat business look to her; wearing a light blouse with a classic blazer and a matching pencil skirt with pumps.

Alex crossed her arms and watched with amazement how perfectly cut her red hair was.

"Hey! Good morning, Miss Schneider?"

Alex couldn't help but smile as the redhead walked right up to her and offered her hand confidently. "I'm Claire Dearing, manager of Jurassic World. I actually just wanted to meet you and see how you're doing." Alex shook her hand and noticed how silky smooth her skin was. "I'm sorry it took so long for us to finally meet." Claire's lips pulled into an infectious smile.

"Yeah, Mr. Masrani told me about you when he hired me. It's nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Dearing. I'm Alex."

Claire's expression changed; she looked slightly taken aback, and Alex noticed.

"Oh, I'm not married.", she laughed nervously and avoided Alex' curious gaze. "Huh, interesting.", Alex responded bluntly, smirking.

Claire cleared her throat and smiled sheepishly, before her blue eyes fixated on something behind Alex. "Oh, great."

Alex furrowed her brows, and before she could turn around to see what put Claire in such a sour mood, the reason stood next to her.

"What a pleasant surprise visit!" Owen grinned at the shorter woman and clapped his hands excitedly. "It's always nice to see you around here, Claire."

"Mr. Grady." She gave him a nod in response, but couldn't hide the slight expression of pure repulsion on her face – and Alex instantly sensed that something must have already happened between these two, also making it obvious that it didn't went well.

The sudden ringing of Claire's phone showed off just how busy she was. She quickly put her finger up, signaling that she needed a moment to talk to the person on the other end. "Zara?"

Alex peered up at Owen and she almost chuckled, when she saw the smug look on his face. He apparently liked messing with Claire and Alex didn't know if that was necessarily a good sign. She was curious about his relationship to their boss and she felt another, rather disturbing feeling sitting like a heavy stone in the pit of her stomach.

Owen leaned down to Alex while his eyes never left his target talking to the person on the phone – and she suddenly felt his hot breath on her sweaty neck, sending a shiver down her spine as he tried to whisper into her ear.

"Oh god, no!" Claire tucked her phone away, before she turned around to them.

"Is there a problem?", he asked Claire instead and Alex arched an eyebrow at his fake concern.

Meanwhile, Claire stared at the screen of her smartphone; running a hand through her red hair nervously. "We, uh, we wanted to shoot a new commercial for the park today and the model we hired for that job just bailed on us." Claire looked devastated and let out a crazy, high-pitched laugh at the same. "I can't believe that!"

"Well, that sucks. Sorry to hear that.", Alex chirped in and thought about some, highly inappropriate, ways to calm the woman in front of her down. She really couldn't deny that she found Claire attractive.

"And that's why you always need a backup plan." Owen shrugged and smirked while Claire's head snapped up. "Backup?" Her eyes wandered over to Alex and she quickly seized her up and down.

"Of course!" She pointed a manicured finger at her; smartphone still in her iron grip. "Alex, is there any chance you can act?"

Owen's face dropped to a confused frown; matching Alex facial expression. "I, uh, what?"

The Raptor trainer pointed a thump at his co-worker. "You want her?"

"Yes!", Claire declared excitedly. "She is pretty and not afraid to interact with our attractions. We need her, now."

Alex felt her cheeks heating up at the demanding tone in Claire's voice, but frankly, the job wasn't appealing to her – at all. "I don't know. I don't like cameras.", she admitted and cleared her throat awkwardly.

"But you're perfect for the job!"

"Yeah, Alex, you're perfect – for the job.", Owen teased with a chuckle and nudged Alex with his shoulder, causing her to click her tongue in annoyance. "No." Alex crossed her arms again. "I can't."

"Please, Alex. I am begging you right now. We can't close the Main Street for another day and prompt any delays with the release of the commercial. There is a tight schedule we need to follow.", Claire explained frantically.

Owen snorted, but Claire ignored him. "And of course, you will get paid – and not bad if I may tell you.", She smiled charmingly as if she knew she would get Alex to agree with her last statement.

But Alex cracked her knuckles nervously; still hesitating. She felt pressured and cramped – like a wild animal in a cage, and she hated that feeling. However, the thought of a big paycheck nagged ar her mind like an annoying buzzing fly.

"Alright" She sighted in defeat. "I'll do it – but there is something I'd like instead of a paycheck."

It didn't take long before Alex was ordered by Claire to get into her car. They left a dumbfounded Owen behind and discussed Alex' demand instead of a paycheck – which Claire eventually agreed to.

They arrived at the Main Street shortly after, and Alex was immediately greeted by a large group of people with various types of professions and a large set.

She was quickly shoved into the arms of not one, but three make-up artists. As they started doing her hair and fixing her face, some assistant held a script in front of her face; urging her to learn the lines and scenes. The young assistant even followed her around while a short female stylist imposed Alex to wear a sexy version of a tour guide uniform – with high heels.

"Is that really necessary? I mean, this is kinda ridiculous and –" Alex started to protest, but was cut short by the feisty female. "Absolutely!"

Alex was instantly shushed and quickly shoved into the direction of the set.

After a seemingly never ending shooting and yelling of Cut!, Alex was done and set free again. Soon after that, Alex found herself on her way to Owen's private space near the lake somewhere at the outskirts of the park. She still had to thank him for his suggestion to Claire.

She parked the dark blue quadbike a few feet away from his bungalow; she quickly shut off its loud engine and waited as she looked around the scenery.

There was no one around – and it was peacefully quiet. She cracked her knuckles while she surveyed her surroundings curiously, just as a sudden thought stung her like an angry wasp.

What the hell was she doing there exactly?

Alex suddenly felt like she was violating his privacy – his save haven. Why else would he want a small bungalow far away from all the hubbub, if not because he wanted to be left alone? She gnawed on her lower lip and swiftly decided to leave again, since it seemed like he was not even around – and thus as she wanted to turn on the engine, he rounded the corner of his little home, pushing what looked like a pile of junk on two wheels.

"Shit."

Now there was no chance for a silent escape. Alex sighted and got up from her seat, sauntering over to him. To her surprise, he did not notice her, until she already stood behind his crouched down body. She had her hands tucked into her pants pockets awkwardly while she thought about the best way to announce her presence to him.

"Hey."

"You know, for a moment I thought you would leave again.", he said without turning around.

Alex flinched, slightly embarrassed by his statement and scratched her neck awkwardly. "Yeah, uh, I thought you're still at the paddock – so" She shrugged and saw that he was smirking when he finally faced her. "Nope." He wiped his oily hands on an old cloth that he had pulled out of the back pocket of his khaki work pants. "There will be some restorations made at and around the paddock for the next few days." He tucked the cloth away again. "So, how was the shooting?"

Alex was still comprehending the news about the restorations; her gaze fixated on the glistening lake behind him, until he waved his still somehow dirty hand in front of her face. "Hey, are you even listening? Or did that redhead already brainwash you?" He snorted.

The brunette blinked a few times and stared into his hazel eyes as she tried to gather her thoughts, before she smiled and finally answered. "Nah, she's actually kinda cute and yes, I think the shooting went well – I guess." You shrugged.

"Did you just say – and I'll use a quote here – that Claire is actually –" He underlined his next words by gesturing quotation marks with his hands. "– kinda cute?"

"Seriously? That's all you heard?" Alex snorted amused and started circling the old and rusty motorcycle he had been working on. "I'm a simple man, Alex. I thought you already know that."

Alex pointed at the deceased-looking two-wheeler. "So, that's what you do in your free time?"

Owen took a stand next to her and surveyed his new toy. "Mostly, yeah."

She slid her fingers over the faded black paint. "Impressive hobby.", she muttered and took a few steps towards the lake while she felt his gaze follow her every move. "What about you?"

"Hm?" She observed the beautiful scenery and took a deep breath – inhaling the fresh air. "What's your hobby?"

Alex shrugged and crossed her arms. "I like reading, I watch a lot – like a lot of movies and when I'm sure the Main Street is empty I love to take a stroll to the Lagoon."

It went silent for a few seconds as they watched the sunset, before Alex peered up at him and realized that he was staring at her. "I know it sounds –", she started, but her sentence was quickly finished by him.

"Nice." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It sounds nice."

Alex was startled by his gentle and sudden action, and cleared her throat as she took a small step away from him.

Of course, Owen noticed with a slight look of disappointment, – and Alex instantly felt the urge to smack herself for rejecting even his smallest attempt to get closer to her.

"Uh, anyways – now that you're here, I wanted to ask you something", he said and scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "I want to meet an old friend of mine in Costa Rica this weekend and I thought you might want to come with me? I mean, I think you should leave the island every now and then." He paused for a second and shrugged as it was no big deal to him.

"What do you say?"

For Alex, time went by faster than expected, even without any work to do for the past few days, and it was already Friday noon when Owen picked her up from the Hotel. She had agreed to his offer to visit Costa Rica. Like he had said, it was good to get off the island occasionally.

They took the ferry leaving to the coast of Costa Rica – and to Alex delight, the large ferry boat was not as crowded as she had assumed it would be.

"It takes about forty-five minutes to the coast and the Hotel is not that far away from the port either.", Owen told her as they were leaning against the railing on the top deck of the white high-tech boat.

"Sounds good to me.", Alex answered and smiled as the salty breeze whipped through her hair. "But, uh, about the Hotel –" She turned to him, but her quickly cut her off.

"I took care of it. Two separate rooms, no worries." Owen winked at her and chuckled when he noticed her perplexed expression. "Masrani owns the Hotel. He wanted to make sure that all employees and their families can meet up without spending much money. Hell, we even get discounts."

"How generous of him." Alex muttered and leaned forward, gazing at the dark blue waves pounding against the boat.

After the ferry had landed at the port of Cañas, it did not take long for all the tourist to swarm the streets, or catch several buses and taxis.

Meanwhile, Owen carefully led Alex through the busy streets until they arrived at one of the fancy looking Hotels. It looked similar to the one she was staying in at the park, and even the interior decoration of the reception looked alike. She noticed some small features and advertising for the park all around the reception.

They approached youngish male receptionist together, just as he peeked up from his flat screen behind the mahogany counter. His name tag read C. Riley. "Oh, good morning, Mr. Grady." His lips pulled up in smiled as he turned to Alex and nodded his head as a greeting. "Miss, –"

"Here to check in again, Mr. Grady?"

Owen coughed slightly and thumped his fingers on the wood of the large desk as he nodded his head briefly. "Yeah. Two rooms, Christian."

Alex raised an eyebrow at her seemingly embarrassed co-worker as Christian sensed the situation somehow, but he played it off. "Oh, sure." He stared at his screen and typed something, before he suddenly clicked his tongue. "Uh, I'm afraid to tell you that there was a mix-up with your reservation, Mr. Grady. We apparently booked only one room for you and your, err, friend." Christian looked apologetic as he bit his lower lip.

Alex watched Owen's discomfort about the situation with suppressed amusement. It was no big deal to her; she was fine with sleeping on a couch for all she knew.

"And, uh, Mr. Grady?" Christian said hesitantly. "Someone left a message for you this morning."

Alex took it as the opportunity to excuse herself and leave them alone. She wanted to give Owen some privacy, considering he wanted to meet a friend – so she walked up to the small lounge area and sat down in one of the armchairs facing the street instead.

Minutes passed, before Owen sauntered over to her.

He swiftly flopped down into the armchair across of her and sighted as he stretched his legs until his feet almost touched hers. She watched him leaning back and looking at the high ceiling while he twiddled his thumbs. "My friend cancelled. His wife apparently went into labor last night, so he took the first flight back home."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

It went silent for a moment, before Owen sat up again and scratched his scrubby chin absentmindedly.

"I think kids are overrated anyway." Alex said, shrugging her shoulders. "It's not like the newborn baby would run away before your friend could see it."

His eyebrows perked up. "Is that your attempt to cheer me up?", he asked, his face all serious.

Alex shrugged again and nodded briefly. "Does it work?"

His lips quickly spread into a smirk. "Eh, mediocre, but we will work on that."

Alex snorted. "Yeah, sure." She tried to sound unimpressed, however his smile and small laugh made her heart beat faster. She straightened her shoulders and tried to regain her posture. "So, what's the deal now? I didn't pack my bag for nothing, Mr. Grady – and as it seems you've been here before –"

She grinned at him, remembering what the receptionist had mentioned. Owen shuffled in his seat uncomfortably; he had hoped Christian's little slip went unnoticed by her, but apparently it didn't.

" – I suggest we use the time we have and you show me around a bit."

After the bellboy had taken the little amount of luggage they had brought to their hotel room, Owen led Alex into the busy streets of Cañas, the coastal town – where everyone had to stay before being transferred to Jurassic World.

He told her every little information he knew about the small city – For example, the fact that it achieved more popularity once the park had officially opened for visitors back in 2005. Since then the city had expanded to cope with the onrush of tourists from all over the world.

The pair eventually sat down in a small restaurant, a bit off the beaten tourist track.

"So, you've been here before?" Alex finally asked after ordering dinner. Owen leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Obviously." He chuckled and watched as Alex played with the menu card.

"Alone or –?" She avoided to look at him and tried to sound nonchalantly.

"Or what?" He found Alex' sudden and obvious curiosity more than amusing.

"I don't know." She perked her eyebrow up at him and smirked, her cheeks a subtle shade of red. "You tell me."

"My mom and my sister visited a couple of months ago – and my brother wanted to visit me next month with his wife and kids." He noticed how her face softened and her body relaxed. "Haven't seen them in a while."

"Oh – what about your father? Are your parents divorced?" Alex felt the urge to smack herself as soon she saw the sad look on his handsome face. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

"No, it's okay, Alex. He – he died eight years ago."

Alex felt terribly guilty after bringing up such a sensitive topic. "I'm sorry to hear that. I –"

However, Owen waved her off mid-sentence, smiling vaguely. "Let's just change the subject, eh?"

They stayed in the café until noon when Owen finally suggested showing Alex more of the city and its urban life, where she eventually ended up dragging him into several shops and stores to stock up her wardrobe.

The streets were already more or less empty and the star-studded sky created a relaxing atmosphere as the two head back to the hotel after a decent meal at one of the nearby restaurants.

The hotel room on the fifth of eight floors was, strictly speaking, just that – one room. Not to mention is was still gorgeous and incredibly luxurious. The walls, the floor and even the bedding was held in a soft beigy color – while the furniture like the nightstands on each side of the bed and the low commode the flat-panel TV was standing on, was made of black-brown wood.

The broad window ahead of the entrance door offered them a wonderful view of several high palm trees and the sea.

Alex stepped towards the bed while Owen excused himself to the bathroom on the right of the entrance. The bed was queen-sized and as Alex ran her fingers over the white blanket, she gave the mattress a few pushes; testing its softness.

"So, I'll just sleep on the couch – I guess.", Owen said with a sigh as he approached her from behind.

Alex quirked an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Yeah – I don't think so." She rounded the bed and found their bags lying next to the fancy chocolate brown leather chair; the only seating accommodation next to the bed.

"So first they fuck up my reservation and now there's not even a couch? Great – fucking great."

He ran a hand through his slightly curly hair and stared at the bed while Alex rummaged through her bag.

"I'll just sleep on the floor.", Owen grumbled; rolling his broad shoulders, sure that his back would be aching in the morning.

Alex stopped in her movements and looked up from her crouching position. She watched as he grabbed one of the pillows from the neatly made bed and gnawed on her lower lip appraisingly. She made a quick decision.

"Put the pillow back, Grady.", she ordered, standing back up.

"Excuse me?", he asked; obviously puzzled, the white pillow still in his grasp.

"You're not sleeping on the floor." She rolled her eyes as he put the pillow back to its place hesitantly.

"Alright,so –"

"We're sharing the bed.", she announced; her expression serious. "Of course, only if it's okay for you?"

Owen needed a moment to process the situation, but quickly snapped back to his senses. "Share the bed? Yeah, yeah – uh, sure. Fine, it's fine.", he stuttered and gestured wildly until he decided to just cross his arms at his chest. "That's totally fine with me."

Alex suppressed the smirk tugging on her lips and nodded instead. "So, it's fine then, yeah?", she mocked and disappeared into the fancy bathroom – laughing at his slightly embarrassed expression.

Alex wished she had chosen a different pajama to wear for the weekend when she had packed her bag initially. Now she was stuck with wearing her light blue washed-out shorts and an old, baggy Bob Marley shirt with cut-off sleeves. Then again, she hadn't expected to share her bed with Owen – the man she eventually found herself to be very attracted to.

She lay flat on her back under the thin blanket, staring at the ceiling and furiously twiddling her thumps while the dim light on her nightstand lit the room, and she heard the bathroom door open as Owen finally stepped out of it.

She watched as some steam poured into the room behind him as he walked over to the bed, drying his soft brown hair with a white towel; wearing nothing but light-grey boxer briefs.

She couldn't help her eyes immediately glancing over his upper body; well-toned and still glistening with drops of water from the quick shower he had taken. Slowly, her gaze wandered down to his crotch where it lingered for mere seconds, before he dropped the towel on the floor.

Quickly, she averted her eyes as she felt her cheeks warming up. Meanwhile, Owen lifted the shared blanket without hesitation; just high enough for him to slip under it and get a glimpse of her exposed legs. Just as the mattress dipped due to the force he flopped onto it, Alex topple over to his side of the bed.

"I'm not completely under the blanket yet and you're already throwing yourself at me?" He chuckled and watched as she scrambled back to her side with flushed cheeks and a nervous huff.

"Don't be so cocksure of yourself, Grady.", she mumbled and turned to her side, facing the window. She felt her heart beating fast and hard in her chest as she noticed every single move of him next to her.

Silence filled the room after Owen had adjusted his pillow and decided on a sleeping position, and Alex had problems blanking out his sole presence behind her. The fresh smell of his body wash and his steady breathing were all too present at this small distance, and it made her think about several scenarios with the man next to her, some embarrassing – some sexual as she slowly felt her eyelids grow heavy. However, she could still feel the mattress dip again and suddenly, she was wide awake as Owen leant over her body.

"Uh, what the fuck are you doing?"

He stopped dead in his tracks, hovering over her and bracing himself on one hand next to her head as he looked down with a dumfounded expression.

"I thought you're asleep." T

They stared at each other for a moment, before Alex furrowed her brows.

"So?"

Instead of giving her an answer, Owen reached over to her nightstand with his free hand, turning off the dim light. "I just wanted to turn off the light." With a low chuckle, he rolled back to his previous position as she let out the breath she had been holding.

"Next time you should just ask me."

Again, she could hear him chuckle. "Are you implying there will be a next time of us in a bed together?"

"Who knows." She shrugged, biting her lip to keep herself from smiling at his statement and she rolled over on her back; her shoulder now touching his.

"I'll remember that." His voice sounded husky, almost sleepy, yet Alex could hear he was still smirking.

"Good night, Grady."

"G'night, Alexandra."

Owen and Alex continued to go sightseeing in the town of Cañas; eventually taking a stroll to the nearby beach until they had found a small and fancy restaurant in the late afternoon. They sat down at a table by the window with a view at the busy boardwalk and quickly ordered their food.

"I think I'll never get used to this.", Alex finally mumbled as she examined the polished silverware on the table.

"To what?"

She put the fork down again and looked up at Owen, who watched her curiously. Alex cleared her throat and straightened up in her seat. "All those – fancy things. I mean yeah, it's nice sometimes, but", she shrugged and grabbed her glass of red wine. "– it's always so starched and listless." She took a small sip. "But that's probably just 'cause I've never really fit into that lifestyle."

Owen watched her with his chin propped on his hand as she downed the glass in a few more sips. "That doesn't make any sense, does it?" She smiled sheepishly and turned the empty glass in her hands.

"Sure it does." Owen leaned back in his chair and smirked. "I'm just surprised that you finally open up to me." Owen could have sworn that he saw her blushing when the waiter suddenly appeared to serve their dinner.

"So", he started after he had finished his large plate and rubbed his full stomach contentedly. "the night's still young – what are we gonna do now?"

Alex clicked her tongue after wiping her mouth with a soft napkin. "I can only speak for myself, but I kinda feel like drinking."

After Owen insisted to pay the check at the restaurant, Alex insisted to pay for the booze from the little corner store near the restaurant.

"San Miguel? What kind of poison is that?", Owen asked her warily as he peeked into the white plastic bag he was carrying.

"It's just beer. Don't be so intolerant, Grady.", Alex answered as they walked towards the more deserted part of the beach with bare feet. The sand was soft against their skin, nearly silky, and still warm from the evening sun. The ocean was fairly still as the tide was slowly setting in balance with sundown.

"I'm just sayin' – why didn't you just buy some Bud Light?"

"Because I don't like it."

"Oh okay, so now we're just drinking what you like?"

"Exactly.", she answered, grinning up at him.

"So, that's how it starts then, woman."

Owen continued to make her laugh with his playfully pouty remarks until they settled down near a rocky bank – watching as the sun slowly set above the horizon, bathing the beach in a comfortable mellow light.

"Do you know what would make this moment even more perfect?"

Alex eyes snapped over to Owen, who was watching the soft waves crash at the shore.

"No – what?"

Suddenly, he looked over to her, staring into her eyes for a few seconds, all serious.

"A beer."

Alex snorted and ignored the fast beating of her heart, before she handed him an ice-cold bottle of the unfamiliar alcoholic beverage. She opened a bottle for herself and took a gulp.

"Wanna play a game?"

Alex licked her lips; looking over to him once more. "A game? Like, a drinking game?" She raised an eyebrow curiously while taking another sip.

"Yeah. It's called Never have I ever.", he said as he changed his position until he sat cross-legged, just like her.

"Okay?"

"Ever played it before?"

She shook her head. "Nope."

"Seriously? Uh, okay – well, we basically just say what we have never done before in turns. For example, when you say something and I've done it, I drink and explain why or how it happened and if I didn't do it you gotta take a shot instead."

Alex shrugged. "Sounds easy enough."

And after a few rather harmless revelations and shots of Jägermeister they both started to loosen up.

"Ok, uh, never have I ever – cheated on someone.", Alex confessed and looked at Owen skeptically as he didn't move a muscle.

"Looks like we're both pretty faithful, huh?" He smirked at her and gestured to her empty plastic cup.

"Drink up, woman."

Alex did as she was told and swallowed the bitter liquor; somehow relieved that the man across from her wasn't drinking instead of her.

"So, never have I ever tried drugs."

Alex groaned. "Not even once?"

He shook his head, a lopsided grin on his lips, and gestured to her cup with his own. Alex sighted. "I used to smoke weed, like daily." She poured herself another shot and downed it quickly. "I'm fucking terrible at this game.", she said with a grimace.

"All right, so – never have I ever made out with a man for the first time while I was drunk, and I'm actually fairly proud of that."

Without a comment, Owen emptied his cup and poured himself another.

"Okay, you owe me an explanation.", she laughed and poked his side when he shook his head.

"Let's just say, some weird things happened at parties when I served in the Navy."

Alex tried to get more precise details, but Owen refused to tell her anything.

"Thank your nosy self for that one, Alex – never have I ever been to Germany."

"Aw, come on, Grady! That's against the rules, you're just trying to get me drunk.", Alex protested, slightly slurring her words, but the older male just smirked triumphantly, wiggling his eyebrows. Yet she obeyed and drank while think of a good comeback.

"Never have I ever had a one-night stand.", she lied and grinned as he hesitantly drank while Alex took a sip of her own cup.

"Are you cheating?"

Alex shrugged, a cheeky grin on her lips. "Maybe."

He squinted his eyes at her with fake sternness. "Do you think less of me now?"

"Nah, I'm just trying to get to know you better.", she laughed as she filled her cup again. "It's your turn.", she then stated to overcome the sudden silence between them.

"Yeah, I know." He went silent again and stared at Alex with glazed eyes before he spoke. "Last round?"

Alex nodded her head slowly; she could feel a strong buzz in her head. The alcohol had already taken a full effect on her body. "Sure, last round.", she agreed and smirked at him, expecting a revealing last statement from him.

"Never have I ever been more attracted to someone than in this moment.", he eventually confessed and looked rather unsure as he watched Alex staring – her mouth slightly agape in surprise.

"I – I think I'll just take this as a good sign.", Owen stuttered; running a hand through his hair, taking the last gulp of his cup. Apparently, his plan had failed.

"We should go –", he started but was cut off by Alex as she lunged over to him, crushing their lips together as their bodies connected with the soft ground.

She pulled back after a few seconds, by her own bold action as they both caught their breaths. Owen was too perplexed and only managed to stare up at her as his hands gripped her hips. His head was spinning – not only because of his intoxicated state but also Alex' sudden action and he could still feel her soft plush lips on his.

"Yeah, I think we both win this game.", he mumbled with a smirk as she leaned down again, their lips connecting again.