"Okay then." Austin says while stretching the okay.
"Austin can you do me a favor?" I yell from the kitchen while he walks in stretching so I can see is hot toned, and hot, six pack.I freeze at the sight of it and look to the floor silently putting the forks and spoons away. " Put. On. A. Shirt. For heavens sake!" I say at him getting up and turning around to findmyself face to face, or neck to face, with Austin.
"Why? Too hot for you?" Austin asks. I try to bite my tounge to not say anything else, but terribly fails.
"Maybe..." I say between gritted teeth. A huge blush forming on my face.
Austin leans in and whispers in my ear making me shiver as he breathes on my neck."Your cute when you blush Ally..." He says, I shiver again at the complement.
He is so flirting with you, no not flirting...something else...I just can't put my finger on it. I push him away with my hands and blush even harder with the contact of my hands on his chest. " Put on a shirt you pervert." I say and start to put the wood bowls in the upper cabinets.
I look at him from the upper left of my eyes to see a hurt look on his face but to be quickly replaced with a smirk at me, he then walks into the living room to get his shirt on.
I suddenly let the breath out I did not know I was holding in. I regain it starting to breath normally again. I have only known him for about an hour and he already has an afffect on me...that is not good. I look around to see the kitchen spotless and the bowl of cake batter right next to the old and run down stove, I gasp and run to it finding it still fresh.
Oh good, I can put it in the pan and make the icing while it cooks. I smile and do so humming to a tune in my head. I take a wooden spoon out of a drawer and a pan to put the batter in.
"Ally! Can we show Austin and Jake a tour around the house!" yelled Liz, I sigh as I put the cake in the stove and wipe my hands on my handmade sown skirt.
"Sure thing Liz." I reply while walking into the living room to see Jake, Lizzy, and surprisingly Austin with a shirt. I frown and make a pouty face.
"What now?" Austin asks.
"I liked you better without a shirt..." I mumble to the ground.
"What did you say?"
"nothing..."
" something about liking me better without a shirt?"
"Austin!"