[Abbie’s POV]
I stare at Austin, trying to determine if he was being serious or not. Honestly, it was strange that he even showed up when he did; the timing was too damn perfect, but for him to even be sitting here telling me to lay out my family’s drama too was a bit...
Looking down, I lift a hand and then pinch my arm. Hissing in pain, I realize that this isn’t some strange dream, but reality.
“That’s offensive, you know.” Austin huffs, drawing my attention back to him. “Can’t a guy be nice without it being in your dreams?”
“Yes,” I respond immediately. “But for you, that’s a bit…”
“Careful, kitten.” He warns. “Do you know how many women would love to be in your position right now? I don’t really make it a habit of bothering with other people’s drama, but for you, I’m making an exce
