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Still doesn’t help with the fact that my sex drive has skyrocketed since Austin has come into my life. Trust me, I've wanted to call Austin over after every shift these past two weeks since our time in the bathroom.
He says he hasn’t been with many people, but that man exudes sex appeal. And the mouth on him... I don’t think I’ve ever blushed so much in my life then when I’m around him.
“So, back to what I was asking you before. What, or who, has you staring off into space like some lovesick fool?” Abby snaps me back to reality.
“I am not a lovesick fool.” I laugh.
“Pretty damn close.”
“Fine,” I sigh. “Austin Cade. He’s my brother's best friend.”
Her eyes widen. “No fucking way. You managed to get Austin Cade! I’m so fucking jealous. God, I wish I were a man,” she sighs dreamily. “I’d love to have a chance at that fine piece of man meat.”
“Abby,” I chastise with a laugh.
“Sorry.” She grins. “But can you blame me? All the girls in the St. John’s area dreams died when he came out. Honestly, most of Newfoundland did.”
“You all are crazy.” I shake my head.
“Just like you. Over Austin Cade,” she teases. “I’m so jelly. Tell me everything.”
“There’s nothing going on.” Only, there is, isn’t there? We’ve been letting everyone believe we’re dating. If I tell Abby there’s nothing going on, then it’s going to draw questions. I hate lying, but if I’m going to lie, I need to stick to one. “Okay, there is. But I don’t like making a big deal over things in my life.”
“So you two are dating? Messing around? What?”
I want to say both, because that’s kind of what we’re doing. “We’re together, but it’s new.”
“Awww,” she gushes. “I knew there was something different about you. You’ve seemed more... happy. Like there's this light about you. Less robotic and more human.”
Damn. Have I really been that bad when it comes to how much I work?
Maybe I do have to make some changes.
“So, when are you going to see him again?”
“Tomorrow, probably. We normally have coffee in the morning."
“And then?”
“Then we do the same thing the next day?” I raise a brow.
She frowns. “Do you ever see him outside of school?”
I think about it for a moment. And no. We haven’t actually hung out, besides coffee.
“I’m going to take that silence as a no. Levi, come on! How can you be dating one of the hottest guys alive and not actually spend any time with him? It’s a waste, you know.”
“We’re both busy. He has school and rugby, I have school and work.”
“You also don’t work tomorrow,” she points out.
I’m not actually supposed to be working at the bar on Mondays, I just always end up taking someone's shift or seeing if they need help. My boss called me this morning and asked if I could fill in for one of the girls, and I said yes.
“I kind of do.” I cringe.
“Levi!” she groans. “Tell me you did not cover someone's shift.”
“Okay. I didn’t?”
