[Austin’s POV]
Later, I sit on Elizabeth’s bed while she cleans the almost healed cut on my cheek. So far, she hasn’t asked me what exactly happened earlier, but I’m sure that the question will come soon enough, especially when she finishes and sits back on her heels and her questioning gaze reaches me. However, I’m not in the mood to talk about it, not when these annoying emotions are still screaming at me to run to the kitten and apologize.
“What?” I ask instead, lazily leaning back on my elbows. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
For a moment, she doesn’t respond as she continues to take me in, and when she gets up and climbs on top of me, I feel a wave of shock rush through me, but I don’t move, not even when she presses her body against mine.
“I was just thinking,” she says sl
