Chapter 157: Austin

He climbed into his truck and settled back against the leather seat, staring out into the darkness, cut through by his headlights. Small flakes continued to drift down through the beams of light trying so valiantly to penetrate the night.

"Austin Bishop, you're an idiot," he said out loud. When he'd seen her lick her fingers clean of the sugar and jam from the donuts, he wasn't sure if he'd ever breathe again. It had to be the most innocently erotic thing he'd ever seen in his life. He'd wanted to drive her around after that, if only to calm his libido down before dropping her off at home. He wasn't sure if he could bring her to within spitting distance of her bed without seriously messing something up otherwise.