A one-shouldered shrug. His shirt is so well-tailored that it pulls a little with the movement, displaying the flats and furrows of his stomach underneath, along with the swells of his shoulders and arms.
I should say something else sarcastic, but my mouth is busy tugging at my lip piercing.
“Rebecca’s people are going to start on the maze tomorrow, so I decided to take the week off. It feels like a big step.”
“Then shouldn’t you be there? Not here?”
Auden tilts his head. “Do you not want me here?”
I don’t answer, because I do, I do want him here, but somehow admitting that feels like a concession, and today isn’t the day.
“Hmm,” Auden says, taking a step forward. And then another step. He reaches for my beer and takes it out of my hands, raising it to his lips and taking a dri
