pleeeeease.
we can study together.
or like ignore studying completely.
your choice.
I stare at his last message, chewing on my bottom lip. I shouldn’t. I have a quiz tomorrow and two chapters left to write. But also… I really want to see him. I tell myself it’s just for an hour. Just a break. Just to clear my head.
Me:
Ok fine. I’ll be there in five minutes
Austin:
that’s my girl.
I shove my notes into a pile, tuck my highlighters into my pencil case, and zip everything up. I slip my phone into my pocket, put my earbuds in, grab my keys, and head out.
The walk to his house is short, but by the time I’m halfway there, I’ve second-guessed myself at least three times. Should I have changed out of this hoodie and worn something better? I probably look exhausted. Iamexhausted, and definitely don’t look my best. But I just want to see him.
I tug my earbuds out when I reach his house, and the front door swings open before I even knock.
Austin steps out and grins the second he sees me, lazy and warm and so damn pretty it makes my knees weak.
Before I can say a word, he hooks an arm around my waist and kisses me.
His mouth moves over mine slowly, his tongue running along my bottom lip until I open up for him. It’s a slow, confidentkiss that makes my head spin. I kiss him back, sliding my arms around his neck, my fingers brushing the back of his hair where it’s still damp from a shower.
God, I’ve missed him.
When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against mine. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I whisper back, slightly dazed.
“You’re wearing my hoodie again,” he says with a smirk, tugging the strings of the hoodie.
“I’m cold.” Though right now I’m burning up with his hands on me.
“Uh uh,” he says, shaking his head. “You’re obsessed with me.”
I roll my eyes but before I can say anything, he kisses me again, this time slower, and I feel it all the way down to my toes.
When he pulls away again, I think I actually whimper.
He hooks his fingers through mine and pulls me inside. The door swings shut behind us with a thud that probably echoes through the entire house.
We barely make it a few steps into the living room before someone calls out.
“Hey, Mais,” Nathan says around a mouthful of noodles.
I open my mouth to say hi back, but?—
“Get your own girlfriend, Hayes,” Austin cuts in.
Nathan raises a brow. “Relax. I was greeting her, not proposing.”
Austin turns to me like Nathan doesn’t exist. “Wanna go upstairs?”
