After completely sobering up, Owen stepped onto the shore, casually grabbing a Sharp-toothed fish that was about to rush up and bite him, intending to roast it for Rowan.
Rowan waited in the cave for a long time before seeing him return.
"You went hunting again?"
"Yeah, just convenient. Hungry, right? I'll cook." Owen was still a bit shy, not daring to look straight at him. His Rowan was truly too charming.
From start to finish, Owen didn't look him in the eye more than a few times.
Rowan felt something was a bit strange but couldn't quite put a finger on it, so he took some wild vegetables over for Owen to cook together.
Today Owen couldn't concentrate on roasting the fish. With Rowan sitting nearby watching, he unconsciously straightened his back, stealing a few glances at Rowan whenever Rowan looked down.
The more he looked, the more in love he felt.
