When Austin finally awoke and disentangled himself from me, I had gotten roughly an hour of uneasy sleep. He sat up in bed and stretched, the sun's soft glow casting a warm light over the room.
"Good morning," he greeted me lazily. "Did you sleep at all?"
"No," I confessed as I rolled over to look at him. He was shirtless and I got a better look at the tattoos that covered his chest, just like they did Eden's.
They were all in the old sailor style, just like Eden's. I couldn't be positive; but some of them looked familiar, like I had seen them on Eden as well.
I recognized one of the tattoos on his bicep. I had seen it recently on a billboard for the Royal Marines. "Are you in the military?" I asked as I studied his arm.
He looked down at the tattoo and then to me. "Not anymore."
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