Owen's eyebrows raise when Garrett stops himself halfway through his sentence. A small smile stretches his lips, and he steps closer, curling his fingers into Garrett's clothes.

He leans in to kiss him, slow and heated and deep, parting his lips willingly, knowing Garrett won't resist the urge to claim that kiss for himself, to own it.

When he pulls away, it's only so he can breathe against Garrett's lips.

"Take me wherever you want to take me."