Coward

Chapter Twenty Two

I begrudgingly opened my eyes to the faint light, seemingly sluggish as it made its way through the clouds. There's a strong arm that's hanging over my chest, it's hand gently clutching my breast. Our legs are woven together in nothing short of a tapestry. The rhythmic rise and fall of a chest that is pressing, reassuringly into my back.

All in all I am completely and utterly stuck.

I sigh and attempt to escape but multiple factors keep me anchored to this man. I relax as I focus on freeing my legs. It seemed almost a tragedy to destroy such a woven piece of art but I had things to do today. If  Josh woke up we'd probably have to go for round four (that's right I hit that shit twice more last night, before deciding we needed sleep to preform properly in the morning), and as much as I want to, I can't lay around having sex all day.

With my legs now free I now have to carefully slip under his arm, without waking him up. Lucky for him I have had my fair share of practice in these types of situations.

I grin with victory as I slip from his grasp and am now standing beside the bed. Anderson boys and their iron grips, I think to myself as I survey a very peaceful and innocent looking Josh. I laugh, he is certainly not innocent, well not after last night anyway.

I pout, wishing that I could climb right back into his arms. However I promised Logan I'd surprise them with food and I think a breakie from maccas is in order.

Before I change my mind I quickly turn my attention to tracking down my clothes. After searching the bedroom floors I am now successfully wearing my matching pair of black, lacy lingerie.

I sigh as I rake my fingers through my hair, my remaining clothes must be out in the living room. I quietly walked over to the door, opening it I peared around the edge of the door. Deciding that the coast is clear I made a quick dash over to the couch. My eyes find my pile of clothes on the floor and I start my light jog over to them. Just as I bend down to pick them up the fridge door slams shut and I jump a foot in the air.

I look up to see Austin smirking, "I see you still have a liking for a lack of clothes."

I laugh confidently as I stand up with my clothes bundled in my arms. "Very funny Austin," I say sarcastically.

He chuckles, "you seem to be everywhere lately."

Well I rather not read into that meaning. I give him a small smile, "do you know where the bathroom is?"

He smirks as his eyes rake my body, "you know Josh would kill us right now if he caught you standing here, like this with me watching."

I roll my eyes, "you know what just forget it, I'll get changed in Josh's room then." With that I turn on my toes and make my way back into Josh's room, clothes in hand. As soon as the door shuts I quickly slip back into my jeans and black knitted jersey, all of which are still splattered with yellow paint. I smoothed out my clothes as I cast one more glance at the very peaceful Josh before making my way back into the living room.

Austin is slumped on the couch, watching t.v and eating fruit loops. I pull my phone out of my back pocket and for the first time since before I left home, I check my messages. I sit down next to Austin on the couch as I scroll through the nurmoris texts from Crystal and ignore the missed calls I have from Max, Dan and Liam.

Crystal: where are you?

Crystal: wait, are you having a one nights stand?

Crystal: omg, thats so cool

Crystal: oh shit, imma interupting it. Imma stop now

Crystal: have fun and stay safe ;)

I smile as I read through the messages but it dissapears when I feel I head leaning against my shoulder. I turn my head towards Austin and raise my eyebrows, "you okay there?"