Owned

Carmen P.O.V

I closed the door quietly, knowing Shane would probably be asleep. I found her on the couch, half awake.

"Hey," I called.

She grunted in reply.

"Shane?" I kissed the top of her head. "What's up?"

"Not much," she mumbled.

I joined her on the couch. "How was your day?" I asked.

"Okay, yours?"

"Much better, now," I replied slyly.

Shane stared at me. I leaned closer and kissed her soflty.

She pulled away when I ran my fingers across her thigh.

"Shane?"

"I'm tired."

I huffed. "And I can't kiss you, cause you're tired?"

Shane scratched her head; a sure sign she's uncomfortable. "You don't own me, Carm."

I frowned. My eyes fell on her half-eaten sandwich on the coffee table. "Can I have that?"

Shane nodded. "Yeah."

I lauged. "I so own you, Shane McCutcheon!"

"Fuck you."

I grinned. "Finally!"