Austin
It had been a week since I had made Shane my own, and luckily for me, I still hadn’t been able to get her out of my head.
I remembered her sweet kisses and her soft caresses. I had never thought she was so innocent. She had never been with anyone, and I didn’t know why the hell that gave me an immense sense of well-being.
"Austin, what's wrong with you?" James asked me, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Nothing," I said dryly. I couldn’t tell him that I was still thinking about Shane.
"You're still thinking about Shane," my friend said, reading my thoughts.
"No," I replied sharply. James settled on the back of the chair and looked at me benevolently.
"Austin, when are you going to accept that Shane has you crazy? The truth is, she’s very beautiful and funny. I like her," Jaime
