I look at his open hand, then up at him.
I take his hand and let him lead us to his bedroom, to his bed. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him close, and slumber takes us both like a thief in the night.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Cameron
I wake up alone in bed. Panic hits me, thinking Austen has left for good. Panicked over what we’ve been doing, like last time.
He’s still supposed to be here for another day, but maybe guilt finally took over and he left in the middle of the night. Then I hear clanking around in my kitchen and smile to myself. I should have known he’d be making breakfast. It’s what he’s done each morning since he’s been here. I’m going to miss it when he leaves. I’m going to misshimwhen he leaves, and it’s going to take all of my energy to not lose my damn mind knowing he’s home… with her.
I make a quick trip to the bathroom before going to the kitchen.
“Morning,” I say.
Austen grins at me. “Morning.”
I take a seat at the island, since I’ve never used the dining room or table in there.
I get a basic plate full of scrambled eggs, sausage, and toast.
“Wow, and here I thought you’d be serving me homemade croissants and eggs benedict.”
“I can do that tomorrow, if you’d like,” he says, taking a seat beside me with his own plate.
“No… but thank you.”
He shrugs, digging into his food. “Suit yourself.”
I scoff down my food because even though it’s simple, it’s delicious. When I’m done, I make myself a cup of coffee. The empty mug in the sink tells me Austen already had his. He’s working on a glass of orange juice right now. He ordered a ton of groceries, more than what’s needed for while he’s here. It’ll all go bad once he’s gone because I don’t cook.
“So, I was thinking,” he says, and I flinch, missing my mug and splashing coffee onto the counter. I wipe it up, then turn to face him.
“About?”
He gives me a knowing smirk. “I think I’m going to postpone going home…”
“Oh?” I try to keep my voice even, but of course I sound like a pathetic obsessed little boy.
“Yeah. I mean, there’s so much to do here.” Right. Yeah. Of course, he’d want to stay for all the sightseeing stuff. “And of course there’s you.”
I can’t help but smile. “I do live here.”
He drinks the rest of his OJ, then washes the dishes.
“We’re meeting Margo at ten. That okay?”
“Sure,” I answer with a shrug.
“It’s only a little after eight right now,” he says.
I glance at the clock. “Yeah, I can see that.”
He chews on his lip, moving to stand across from me, leaning on the island.
“Do you bring dates home?”
“What?” I say.
