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"Who do you call when the night gets long?"
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** this book sucks & it was written when i was first getting back into writing. i rushed through it & it isn't that good but it did get me started again so i love...
"Good morning, sleepy head," Austin said, waking me up. "I made us breakfast."
He handed me a plate of sausage, bacon, eggs, cheese, and toast along with a glass of orange juice that he put beside me on the nightstand.
"Aw, thank you babe," I said, sitting up. I took a sip of the orange juice first. "What's the occasion?"
"Just woke up and felt like doing it," he smiled, sitting in bed beside me, eating his bacon.
"You're precious," I told him before starting to eat.
"I can be," he chuckled. "I also have some green if you want to wake and bake."
"No," I said quickly and then he looked at me. "I'm okay, thank you."
"Okay..." He said slowly. "Something wrong?"
"Oh, no, I just don't feel like it today," I smiled. When am I going to tell him? I thought about Oliver's advice. When the right time comes, he'll know.
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"Do you ever think about where we'd be if we weren't together?" Austin asked me. It was currently eleven in the morning. Austin and I were still in bed. But Sundays were for being lazy. Right?
"What do you mean?" I asked, staring at the ceiling with my hands folded on my stomach.
"Would I still be with Ashli? I can't imagine that. Would you be dating Oliver?" He sighed. "It's crazy to think about."
"The only reason Oliver and I met was because I was outside crying because of you," I laughed. "Besides, he is so not my type."
"Well, what is your type?" He asked me.
"You," I responded.
"That's good. That way I know you'll never leave me," he smirked.
"I would never," I shook my head and rolled my eyes sarcastically.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Austin got out of bed and threw on a shirt along with pajama pants.
"I'll be right back," he said before going downstairs. It was only a few seconds before I heard him scream, "what the fuck?"
I put on pants and walked downstairs to see Ashli standing in the front doorway. I was infuriated.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Austin asked her. I just stared at her.
