Owen lifted a brow curiously, but he got to his feet to follow her. If they spent the rest of the evening necking on the couch, he would be completely okay with that. It would make being back at the house that much more bearable, even. At least he would have some nice memories to try and fall asleep to.
Even so, Owen lifted one of her hands up to his lips to kiss her knuckles, though his eyes were on her. "Are you sure all of this is okay? I don't want you to feel pressured into anything." Cecilia didn't strike him as the type of woman to be pressured at all, but Owen never wanted to assume, especially given her history.