𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? 𝔄𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯

꧁𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑꧂

As I waited for Austin to start talking my eyes trailed over his body. That shirt really hugged his muscles. I had to admit It, if I were Isla, I would have never cheated. From the few hours I've known him, he seems to be a truly nice guy. Isla is missing out. "Well, I invited her over. I was shocked she even came." he started. "She was on her phone the entire time anyways. I said, and I quote 'i think we need to break up." I nod at his statement. "She just hummed in response, and then... Left," he said, sorrow filling his voice. My eyes glanced at his hand, which had been resting on the island. I placed my hand on top of his and looked into his eyes. "She doesn't deserve you, someone better does," you say, gripping his hand tighter for reassurance. He looks at our hands, then glares up at me. We share a moment of eye contact, sinking into the eyes of each other. There was a secret meaning behind our gaze, we both knew what it was but at the same time had no clue.

The gaze wasn't a thought or a fixation. It was an emotion. It was a fuzzy feeling in my chest and a lump in my stomach. I have no idea about him, but it was almost painful. It was a sharp feeling, but oddly enough, it felt good. It was an odd sensation. Along with the lump in my stomach, there were butterflies. "Would you like To....watch something?" I asked, not looking away from him. "Yes ma'am, I would love to," he speaks. I grab his hand and turn around. When I turned around, I see Cora peeking her head around the corner, mouth agape.  With my free hand, unnoticeably shoo her away. I throw Austin on the couch and hand him the remote. "Here, you can pick any show you want," I say, smiling at him. He started up at me, his legs open as he sat. I patted one of his leg and quickly walked around the corner.

"What the hell was that?" Cora whisper-yells. "We were having a moment." I whisper back. "a pretty heated one!" she added on. "He was just telling me about how he broke up with his girlfriend! He's probably still sad, and it meant nothing." I respond, my voice still quieted. "Now get in here and-" right then I hear my voice playing on the tv. What the hell? is he watching stranger things? At a time like this? You walk around the corner, Cora trailing behind you. "You must be Cora," Austin says noticing her presence and pausing the show, getting up slowly to greet himself. Had I told him about her? Eh, maybe. They shake hands. "And you must be Austin. Heard lots about you." Cora says, slowing down at the word lots, emphasizing the word. My hand slides to the back of my neck, in embarrassment.

He shoots a look at me, but a smile was glued onto his face so he didn't mean it in a bad way. We had all finished our champagne bottles. Well, Austin's second. I could tell he was getting lost, which was good for him. I'm proud of him. It seemed he was taking the break-up well. I sensed that he didn't really have many feelings left for her. If he knew she was cheating and saw the signs. I mean, would have lost interest too. I poured me and Cora another glass. The ambiance of stranger things played in the background. "That's you!" Austin said, pointing at the screen in excitement. God was he a golden retriever, "yes Austin, it is in fact me." I say. It wasn't my first appearance on the show, but it seemed to thrill him just as much. I played my role as steves girlfriend. we had piled through episode after episode but weren't really paying attention, just using it as background noise.

We mostly talked. Talked about our interests, relationships, trauma, obsessions, issues, sex, and all the juicy stuff. I had learned a lot about Austin. How he loved doing stay-in dates, renting old movies and cuddling up with popcorn and candy on the couch, and watching until they both would fall asleep, or sitting outside on a rainy day, reading together, he was a physical touch kinda guy. You also learned that his mother died a few years back. He mentioned that as Isla, he hadn't had much of a sex life, she never wanted to, so they didn't. My sex life was almost nonexistent. I hadn't had full-on sex since my last boyfriend, Joe Kerry, though we both had remained friends, I hadn't dated since, because I loved him so much that my heart hurt every time I saw him. That was 2 years ago. He was the one to dump me, not for any specific reason, but because he just fell out of love and didn't want to give false hope. So no sex life, no love life, but on the other hand Cora was the opposite. She couldn't be single for even a month. She can't stand being alone and not having the feeling of love. And the only way to fulfill that in her mind is through sex and dating.

𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜
Florence Pugh
Joe Keery
Taylor Swift
Harry Styles
Elizabeth Olsen

I poured another glass. This was my fourth, Austin's sixth, and Cora's third. "Austin, I think you should take it easy. This is your sixth bottle." I say, getting worried about how he would get home. "Oh shit. Look at the time. I have a date tonight." Cora let out. I raise my eyebrow in confusion. "A Guy, I met on the beach," she said, answering your unasked question. "Well, have fun," I said, trying my hardest to sound happy for her. I mean, I was happy for her, but I feel like it's a new guy each night. As I hear the door shut, Austin grabs his champagne glass and chugs it down. "Autin, honey.." I say, my voice trailing off as he gets closer to me. It was inevitable that there was some sort of tension between us. "I think I'm Going to need a ride home," he whispered in my ears, sending a chill down my spine. "Yes sir." I say, finally having the time to mock him when he said "yes ma'am, I would love to." you hear a hard gulp make its way down his throat. His face is now inches away from yours, "Austin," I gasp. "I think your drunk, and" I'm cut off by our lips interlocking. I push him away slightly. "And not thinking straight. I'm keeping you here tonight because I don't think you'll survive home alone." I say, laughing at my words. I look up at him. He leans in for another kiss. This time I grab onto his jacket collar, pulling him closer. He won't remember this tomorrow. I can of back to normality. Just give him the love that he desperately deserves, and that Isla did not give him. I start to kiss him more passionately, but I didn't want this to go anywhere past a make-out sesh. Maybe when he's sober and we get to know each other more, we might be able to fuck. He's really a sweet guy, but he needed this.

After a few minutes of sloppily making out, and a rare moan escaping one of your lips, you pull away. "I don't think this should go past a make-out session," I tell him. "Let's get you ready for bed," I say, leaving him helplessly in the kitchen.

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A/n
How do we feel? Am k taking it too fast? Gove me suggestions, please. I'm kind of out of it because I had a mild anxiety attack earlier today, and have been sort of sensitive since. ALSO DISCLAIMER. Instead of loves, I'm calling you, personally, (Nah I'm call all you guys) mamas. I love ya, xoxo Robyn.