I wonder where Austin and Jace went as I run into the living room, but don’t see anyone. I hear cabinets opening and closer much louder than needed in the kitchen. I would almost bet my life that’s Austin attempting to release some of his anger.
A sudden wave of guilt rushes over me as I realize this is my fault. I just wanted to make him jealous, but I didn’t want to hurt him. I nervously walk into the kitchen. “Austin?” I ask in a timid voice.
Austin turns around slowly, and I can see the anger flashing in his eyes. “Have fun?” Austin asks sarcastically.
Walking closer to him I try to put my hand on his arm, but he pulls away from me. “Austin, I’m sorry.” I whisper. I really don’t want him to be mad at me. That was never my intention. “Austin please.” I plead quietly.
Austin takes a
