Chapter 5:
I tie the laces of my converse, pushing myself off of the bed.
Austin was in the shower. We didn't say anything this morning, which I guess was a good thing.
Ariana asked me this morning if we could go to the mall this morning. And, immediately I said yes.
I grab a water bottle from the fridge once I go downstairs.
I had to get out of here. The sooner the better.
But, just as I leave the kitchen, Austin comes down the stairs; with his towel wrapped around his waist.
Fuck.
The water glistens on his perfectly sculptured body that I want to kiss him.
"Have you seen my jeans?" He asked.
Oh my god. His voice was so sexy.
"In the wash." I stammer, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.
Austin licked his lips before going to the laundry room.
I breathe heavily.
Just at the sight of him drove me crazy.
I walked to the door, unlocking it, then leaving.
I had a lot of things to explain to Ariana.
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"So." She cleared her throat. "You guys had sex?"
I sighed, groaning, "Yes. But, it was so good."
She laughed.
"Like, I shouldn't have liked but--" I huffed, rolling my eyes at myself while laughing lightly, "This is sex with Austin. I mean, c'mon."
She laughed again, "You are so weird."
"How do you think he feels about this?"
I blabbed the rest of the night, though, I'm sure it was hard for Ariana to keep up with me.
Who really knows what Austin is thinking.
Did he like it? Did he not like it?
I seriously need to get myself together.
"Well, you obviously liked it." Ariana said.
"I guess I did."
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Austin's POV:
Was this a sign?
I'm so confused I can barely believe it happened.
I changed into some clean clothes, planning to go to the studio considering Robert and I still had to record songs.
Wait till he hears this.
Sorry for such the short chapter! Let me know when I should update because this was sort of a fill in chapter. And also, mind checking out my newest story Memory?
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Not the Austin I Married (Austin Mahone fanfic)
Fanfiction'I'll leave him tomorrow, I promise.' or, that's what I keep telling myself. He isn't the same Austin I met when I was 16, he isn't the same Austin who I lost my virginity to, he isn't the same Austin who told me "I love you." He isn't the same. ...
