13
Julia
A throat cleared behind us.
“If you’re going to make out, do it somewhere else.”
I laughed and pulled back from Austin. “Sorry,” I said with a shrug that showed how sorry I really was.
“We were just leaving anyway,” Austin said.
“We were?”
“Yeah. Let’s get out of here. We can come back another day.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Already planning a second date? You’re very confident.”
“You can pretend to hate that about me if you like.”
Cocky bastard.
Of course I didn’t hate his confidence. It had always been a huge turn-on. Even when everything about him drew me crazy, I still knew it was hot. And my body was torn halfway between relishing this date and wanting to push his buttons just for fun.
“But there are so many other things to pretend to hate about you,” I said, batting
