Third POV
A gasp of surprise escapes Ellie's mouth and her resolve and composure are attacked by panic. She immediately decides to rear backwards, hoping to hide beside the couch, in case he hasn't seen her.
But how wrong she is. The hand holding the marker cannot be mistaken. And Austin is no fool. Before she can react, he reaches out a strong hand and grabs her left arm, pinning her to the couch. Nowhere to run to, sweetheart.
Even in the dark, he notices the slight shade of uneasiness that flits across her face. The inside of his head is a freaking Temple Run right now so it takes him a while to realize that she is wincing from his grip on her lean biceps.
When he speaks, his voice comes out groggy. "What... the hell... are you doing here?"
Ellie stops wriggling for an escape as sh
