“Uh… whatever the fuck we want?”
“You don’t sound so sure,” I teased as I gave his hand a squeeze.
“I’m not sure of anything,” he answered with a long sigh, coming to a halt between two cars. “I gotta be honest, Ford.”
“What is it, honey?” I asked with a tone that was meant to set him at ease.
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” His cheeks tinted pink as he looked down. “What is this? Um, we… uh, I mean… us? What is us?”
I rolled my lips between my teeth to keep from laughing. He was really fucking adorable when he wasn’t sure, and so amazing because he didn’t let that stop him from saying what was on his mind.
“What is us?” I said back but kept the teasing tone to a minimum. “I think this is just the beginning forus. We’re real, Austin. As long as you’re in this with me, I’m not fucking letting you go.”
“So… if I called you my boyfriend, that would be okay?” he hedged slowly.
I popped a kiss on his mouth. A loud smacker that would have drawn the attention of anyone in a twenty-foot radius.
“Yes, boyfriend is good. Or partner. Or whatever you want to call me. I’m your’s, Austin.”
“I’m your’s too.” His smile was blinding. “Glad we got that settled. Now let’s get out of here.”
His eyes flashed with excitement, making me desperate to know what was going on in his head. But he didn’t move, whichhad me a little confused. I checked my surroundings, and was unable to stop my face from dropping when I saw the car right in front of me.
“Wait, tell me this isn’t yours?” I pointed to the hatchback with zero legroom as flashbacks struck me like lightning.
Not again.
Austin snorted.
“Fuck no.” He reached around me and opened the door to a matte black truck. “This is. You like it? I just bought it like two hours ago, then I drove it here and waited for you.”
“Um, why?”
“Because… I can’t take you on ourrealtruck bed date if I don’t have a truck.” He stared at me like he couldn’t believe I didn’t know that.
“Right…” I drew out, head spinning. I opened my mouth, but he started speaking before I could say anything else.
“And for the record, it’s inmyname. Not some dead persons. It’s ours.” His smile was wide and proud. “Up you go, baby.”
“I’m not driving that thing,” I said, blinking at him.
“Of course you’re not.” He continued standing there with the driver-side door open while I pointedly looked from him to the seat. “You have to get in and scoot to the middle, so we can be close while I’m driving.”
I had nothing to say back to that.
With a sigh and a shake of my head, I climbed up into the truck. And I wasn’t exaggerating when I said up.
He climbed in behind me, settling himself behind the wheel, looking like he was right at home as he rolled the window down and tossed his arm out. He pressed his leg against mine, and I suddenly didn’t hate sitting in the middle so much, even though I felt way too old for this kind of thing.
“You need a cowboy hat,” I teased as I grabbed the brim of his ball cap and turned it to the front.
“I might have one somewhere.”
Even if he didn’t, I’d get him one. Hell, I’d buy him a hundred. And then he could wear them while he rode me.
“What are you thinking about over there?” he asked, and I might have blushed.
“I just can’t wait until I get you alone without anything hanging over us,” I told him honestly.
