He doesn’t say anything, and I glare up at him, the alcohol offering me more courage than I usually have. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do? And just how are you going to stop me from going back out there?” I sneer at him when his eyes tighten. “You know what your problem is? You’re a boring stick in the mud. You look at the world and see what benefits you and what doesn’t. And I don’t benefit you. So here’s a hint: show yourself the f**k out so I can go back and drink myself into a stupor.”
Austin is silent for a moment, his eyes flashing. “If you go out there, I’ll drag you right back in. Try me.”
I blink, and then burst into drunken laughter, “Oh. Oh. What is this? Are you pretending you give a s**t about me? After everything you’ve done to me?” I lean closer. “You ca
