Our Eternal Ruin (Auslly)

24. Learn how to swim, Check

I would never get the mental picture out of my head — Austin was hot, his body was ridiculous, and I'd slept plastered against him all night. Oh gosh, I probably even drooled. Well here's to hoping he still wanted to be my boyfriend after I clung to him like a twelve–year-old Justin Bieber fan. Yay.

~Ally~

I got lost twice on my way down to the kitchen.

The first time I went left instead of right, the second time I was distracted by the middle of the stairway where a few family pictures hung. Austin and his brother stood side by side. They almost looked like twins.

My heart clenched a bit when I thought of how awful it would be to lose your brother to something like suicide. You'd probably live to regret every single conversation, every single moment you could have said something different, possibly changed the outcome.

I shuddered and went down the wrong side of the staircase leading into the master bedroom.

Crap. Finally, I made my way back up the stairway and down again to the other side, where I could smell the cinnamon wafting from the kitchen.

Yeah, I could learn to live with Austin's life. Waking up to fresh rolls in the morning after I sleep in a mansion. Right, life should be so hard; the guy had no idea how lucky he was.

Laughter floated from the kitchen.

Feeling like I was interrupting, I cleared my throat while I walked in.

Austin was standing in the corner with Melda, both of whomm were frosting rolls and joking with each other.

The kitchen was full of food. Everywhere I looked the granite counters were covered with different boxes of things, plates, silverware, chips, dips. Crap, were we throwing a Thanksgiving party?

"Ally!" Austin crooked his finger. "Come here."

Smiling, I made my way over and stopped right in front of him.

He lifted his frosting covered finger to my lips and whispered, "Open."

Well, I wasn't really in a position to say no. My stomach clenched, it was so hungry.

I opened my mouth as his finger swiped frosting across my lips and then my tongue wrapped around the frosting, sucking on his finger until it was gone.

His eyes darkened as he pulled his finger away and then touched his lips to mine.

I heard someone clearing a throat but really all I cared about was the fact that Austin's lips were pressed against mine. He tasted like pancakes and syrup, and wow, what I wouldn't give to spend every morning with that taste in my mouth.

"Ahem," Melda said again.

"We broke apart. I could feel my face erupt into flames.

Austin bit down on his lower lip and looked innocently at Melda. "Sorry, Ally's just a messy eater. I was helping her clean up."

"So that's what the kids are calling it these days." Melda's eyebrows rose as she stirred the remaining frosting and dropped it onto the last few rolls. "Now, I only have one rule for Thanksgiving."