Page 58 of Hooked On Him

“Smells good in here.”

Austin spins around, looking at me like he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“You're up.” He states.

“I am.” I smile.

His eyes drop lower, and a smug grin slips on his face. “Oh. You really are up.” His voice goes low and husky.

My eyes drop to see what he’s looking at. God. Let the ground open up and swallow me whole, please.

“It’s just morning wood.” My voice comes out a little too high-pitched as my hands shoot down to cover my erection.

“Mhhmm,” he chuckles. “Morning wood.”

“You suck.” I scowl.

“I mean, I could.” he licks his lips, his heated eyes making my skin buzz. “If you want.”

I want to. I really, really want to. But... damn it. Not right now. This is too new, too weird. We haven’t even gotten a chance to talk about the fact that we’re living together now.

What does this mean? Are we telling people? Or does anyone need to know if I plan on moving out?

Would they judge us? We’re not dating, but they think we are, and it’s only been around a month and a half.

“Levi.” When I blink out of my inner thoughts, I see that Austin is closer. “Hey.” He smiles softly. “Go get changed, then come and eat, okay?”

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Okay.”

I’m in a weird headspace as I head back to my room and change. All my things are still in my suitcase.

When we brought everything in, we went right to eating and the movie, so I haven’t had a chance to unpack.

As I head back into the kitchen, I see Austin sitting at the table, and my nerves come fluttering back in.

“Eat,” he says softly, pushing a plate of food towards me.

I pull out a seat across from him and look at the food. It looks good and my stomach agrees. Then I remember when he was talking to the cat. He knows the way I like my eggs?

I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned that before.

“How did you know how I liked my eggs?” I ask, eyes lifting to find him watching me.

“Because it’s how you’ve always eaten them?” he raises a brow, smiling. “You would make your mom remake them if she even got the smallest bit of yolk in it,” he chuckles. “Would piss her off, and she would just give it to me or Charlie before she made you a new one.”

“Oh.” I blink, looking down as a shy feeling takes over. He remembered something so small, from years ago. I... I don’t know how to feel about that.

Happy?

No. But close.

“Are you okay?” Austin asks, sounding concerned.

I let out a breath. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to think about this.”

“About what?” His brow furrows.

“All of this.” I wave my hand around. “How did we go from not talking or seeing each other for two years, to telling everyone we’re dating when we’re not, but also messing around? Now, we’re living together. It’s...it’s a lot.”