Austin POV
“You want me, huh?” There’s a string of amusement in her tone, but in my hast, I’m all too quick to overlook it.
“Yes.” I answer honestly “I just can’t seem to get you out of my head.”
“Ok, and answer me this… When I’m in your head, am I also in your bed?”
I pause.
Fu*k. I feel like a thief caught red-handed.
Truth is, I’ve never craved a body more than I do hers, and yet her question sets off a small wave of nervousness down the line of my back. Her words make my body react on instinct; my breath hitches, inhaling sharply at her implications, as my lips part, but silence is all that meets the air.
She pushes back a little, her eyes searching mine, studying my every nonverbal cue, and most likely taking note of my inability to answer in a timely manner; and then, she draw
