Reluctantly, Owen parted his lips from Juliet's. He could have kissed her for hours. His eyes remained fixed on her for a while, watching as she caught her breath. Owen kept his hand firmly on her waist and slid the other to caress her cheek. "I have fallen for you, Juliet," he claimed, smiling softly. He kissed her forehead and eventually released her from his grasp but searched for her hand to take.<br/><br/>Edmund perched on the end of the bed and watched her unpacked. "It's an okay place," he shrugged. "There's a map around here somewhere so you know how to get around, I'll find you a copy, if you want." He quickly averted his gaze from her smile, it was the kind of smile that would turn his knees to butter.