Austin took a while to answer my text, then he had some things to take care of before we could meet. But finally, we snuggled together on his couch. Or rather, I was sprawled out and comfy, and he was sitting at the other end, absently plucking his bass.
“Did you enjoy dinner?”
His voice surprised me. It had been at least fifteen minutes since either of us had said a word.
“I did.” I made a yummy noise and he cracked a tiny smile. “Those potatoes were heavenly. So smooth and creamy. Just how I like them.”
Austin didn’t even react to the innuendo I’d put in the words. He just nodded and went back to playing. After a minute, he started picking out a familiar baseline, but just as I was about to sing along, he changed it. I let him play the new song, and the one after that, before finally
