Is he counting my vertebrae? Are they pronounced enough? Has he… Has he—
“Lexi?” Austin’s croaky voice cut through my panic, and my thumb instantly stilled.
“Yeah?” I replied nervously.
“Don’t mention this to no one, okay?” Austin turned onto his back until I could see him fully, and I felt as though I could get lost in his mesmerizing Italian eyes. They were so dark they almost gave off a pearlescent blue sheen. His dark hair was long enough now that a strand of ebony fell over his double-pierced brow, safety pin-designed earrings threaded through the olive skin.
“It’s our secret, I swear,” I pledged.
Austin’s lip hooked up into a shy smirk. “Just another secret to add to our already buried pile, huh?”
“It seems it’s what we do best.” I sighed.
He smiled and my lips twitched too, happy that he could find humor in this situation while he was obviously in pain at someone being sick. I was desperately curious to find out who.
Without thinking, I reached out and swept the unruly strand of hair from his face and immediately froze at the action.
Snapping back my hand, I blushed. “S-sorry.”
Austin brushed the hair back off his face himself. “That better?” he said in a gruff tone. My stomach flipped. He’d never been this way with me before… almost friendly.
I spotted another, more decorative fleur-de-lys on the side of Austin’s neck, admiring the intricate leaves of the delicate lily, and asked, “I love this symbol. What does it mean to you to have it branded on your skin?”
Austin’s eyes glistened. “It’s the emblem of Firenze—Sorry, that’s Florence, Italy, to you. My… mamma’s from there.”
For some reason his answer made me sad. It was probably the doleful echo in his voice as he hesitantly spoke of his momma.
Oh no… all this must be over his momma…
Briefly glancing around the garden, I looked down at Austin and tried to lighten the heavy mood. “So you gonna move from my lap at all tonight?”I immediately regretted saying it.
Austin’s face adopted an embarrassed expression, and he lifted his torso, unwrapping his hands from my back. I instantly felt a loss.
He shuffled back to rest his back against the white bench and tipped his head to the sky. His eyes seemed to gloss over, and he muttered, “Fuckin’ stars.”
Trying to see what had him so annoyed, I looked up to the sky too. It was just a typical night sky. I didn’t understand how he could be pissed at a burning ball of gas, but then Austin was truly an enigma—tough ex-Heighter on the surface, gang tattoos included, but clearly loving enough to be so distraught over someone close to him being sick.
All the time Austin sat there stargazing, I studied him. He was truly breathtaking. From his dark Italian features to his intricate body canvas of ink… his wide array of piercings to his prominent black ear gauges. They were my favorite. I don’t know why, but I’d always had a thing for gauges on a guy. I’d always preferred the dark, tortured souls, I guess. Maybe like attracts like?
Gliding my hand along the grass, I picked up a single blade and held it up to the sky, the vibrant green heightened by the moonlight.
“Why you here tonight?” Austin’s husky voice commanded me to face his direction.
His eyes were dipped as though the question made him nervous. I shrugged, rolling the blade of grass between my fingers. “Just seeing someone,” I answered evasively. I didn’t want to talk about the counseling. It would lead to too many questions about my past.
Austin sniffed and looked away, seemingly transfixed on the stone cherub on the fountain holding out a vase of flowing water.
“And you? Why are you here, Austin?”
Instead of giving me a response, Austin stretched out his hand and placed his tattooed fingers under the stream. A smile tugged on his lips. “Why do fountains have to have fat little shits of babies on them? And why are they always naked?”
Fat little shits of babies. Do you hear that, Lexington? Austin notices people are fat. He is an athlete, after all. An athlete with a perfectly sculpted body, unlike yours. Do you think when he was holding you just now that he was not thinking the same thing? Why is Lexington Hart so fat?
“Hey! Lexi!” Austin’s hand on my hand brought me back to the present. His dark brows furrowed. “Why do you do that?” he asked.
I began to panic. “Do what?”
“Zone out. Go blank for a while, staring at nothing.”
I didn’t respond with an answer. Instead, I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Why are you here, Austin? Why are you so broken?”