I smiled and stroked his neck. “If my parents ask why I’m walking funny, I need a cover story.”
Austin rolled off me and laughed. “Running injury?”
I snorted. “You need to know something about me. I don’t run. Even when being chased. They can just have me.”
“We’ll figure something out.” He slid off the bed and headed to the bathroom while I tried to maneuver my body of jelly under the covers. I was suddenly freezing.
Austin returned and climbed in beside me. “Doctor this week, yeah?”
“If I can get in, yes.”
He pulled me up against him. “We can always go to a clinic together. I’ll get tested so you don’t have to worry, and you can get on the pill.”
I rolled to face him. “Would there be any reason for metoworry?”
“I’m not a monk, babe.”
“I know,” I said. “But how long has it been since you’ve been with anyone?”
“I plead the fifth.”
“Why?” I asked slowly.
“Because it hasn’t been as long as you would probably like.”
“Just tell me.”
“About two weeks,” he said.
“What? Seriously?” I sat up. “Just a few days before you met me you were in a relationship?”
He shook his head and tugged me onto his chest.
“Hook up?” I asked.
“Yeah, babe. Had a few of those.”
“How many is a few?”
“You probably don’t want to know,” he admitted.
I bit my lip. “Who was the last one?”
“You probably don’t want to know that either.”
I pushed off of him and sat up on my knees. “Why don’t I want to know that?”
He dragged his hands down his face.
“Austin?” I pressed.
“Fuck,” he whispered. “Tiff.”
I let out a shocked squeal. “Tiff? As in the biker slut who was giving me the stink eye? ThatTiff?”
“Yeah.”
“Ohmigod.” I scrambled off the bed and made a run for the bathroom, my stomach suddenly roiling. I couldn’t believe how sick I felt, and my stomach continued to rebel even after I’d emptied everything in it.
