"Not asking permission," he countered moodily, voice carrying the slight purr of a growl that wan't likely to evolve much beyond that point, because yelling at Austin was not only useless, it would probably make him feel even worse. He was already hard enough to deal with. Probably smiling behind that scarf. Smug a*****e.
Why'd he have to be good looking?The hip pat earned a twitch of features, the very
slight darkening of cheeks that only got darker when Austin asked him directly if he was asking for help. He was, but he really didn't want to admit it.
"Well your arm is still around me." Again, it wasn't a direct request, but the actual words were sticking in his throat.
