WHY CAN'T YOU SEE
WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME?

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(TWO WEEKS LATER)

I gasp at his cold hands under my white button up. "Austin!" My lips crack into a smile I can't hold back, and my eyes sparkle when I look into his.

He gives me no time to breathe and kills me softly. His lips everywhere. The skin of my neck begs on both knees, for more, for his tongue, for his teeth. I'm a sponge, absorbing all of him and none of the world. His lips curl around the pearl necklace he gifted me, kissing me over it, his mouth open and hot.

"You can't-" I whisper in between supressed moans, "pull me in everytime I'm here for check-up."

Austin hums against my jaw and I feel the vibration in the pit of my stomach. The butterflies are having a crowded festival inside of me, getting more drunk with each kiss Austin gives me. On my collar, under my ear, where my jaw and cheek connect, the tip of my nose, my forehead, the outer crease of my left eye, and my lips. Austin hums approvingly when his tongue tastes the strawberry lipbalm coating my quivering lips. "Yes I can." He mumbles into my mouth, "You're my girlfriend."

Girlfriend.

Not friend. Not good friend. Girlfriend.

My arms stretch past his shoulders, tangling my fingers between his dirty blond hair on the back of his head. He pulls me up and closer, his large hands squeezing my waist and forcing my burning body against his. His ice cold hands contradict the rest of him. He's scorching, desperate for my insides. When I securely flatten my chest against his stomach, he brings one hand around my chin. Forcing me to look up, "And I'm your boyfriend." He holds his thumb on my chin and opens my mouth before shoving his tongue deep down my throat.

Our moans are in sync, vibrating in each other's mouth. Our teeth clash at an angle, telling us we're as close to each other as humanly possible. I giggle, and Austin laughs into me. His lips smack with mine, sucking on my tongue, biting my bottom lips, drawing blood, until he's too desperate to function.

He squeezes my hips, "Ottie," pressing my against the door, he rubs his bulge against my lower belly, "please."

My eyes roll back and shut closed. I lean my head against the door, pulling strands of his hair as I breathe heavily. "Yes." I whisper, "Yes, fuck me."

Austin loses no time. His thirsty hands fiddle with the button of my slacks, so I decide to help him. Our fingers turn into a knotted mess, and soon after my slacks pool around my ankles. My jittery legs bare, and wanting to be held up and violated.

My hands reach for his belt, while Austin's go for the waistband of my underwear. He puts two fingers through and pushes the fabric down to accompany my slacks under my feet. I've undone his belt, the button of his dresspants, and his zipper. "Here." He pushes my hands away and lowers his pants and boxers together, "Okay, okay." His words are anything but coherent, but I don't care that they don't make sense. I see him. He wants me. Bad. His whispers and groans mean he's impatient for me, and hungry for me.

He holds his cock and rubs it while his foot seperates my ankles, until there's just enough space between my thighs. His right hand gropes my ass while his left leads his cock in between my meaty thighs. It barely squeezes through, and the top of his shaft rubs longly against my pussy. My outer lips want to take him in.

"Oh- fuck!" He hisses, his forehead against mine while his arms sneak back around my waist. "A little more baby." He tells me when I bring my ankles closer. My thighs squeezing his dick enough for him to throw his head back and let out a deep, throaty groan. "Mhhhhm, fuck!"

He then starts pumping in and out, using my thighs as another hole, and just barely abusing my quivering pussy above it. My clit throbs with each swipe his shaft does. He fucks my thighs like tomorrow doesn't exist.

"Ottie," he groans. My name, with a groan. "you, are, so fucking incredible." His voice is nothing but rasp. I see his adam's apple move up and down each time he gulps breathfully. His eyes shut tightly, and his cock goes faster and faster with each passing second.

"Austin." I groan back. My nails dig into the sides of his neck, pulling him close before sinking my teeth into his bottom lip. He chuckles lightly, his breath getting caught in my throat, suffocating me, killing me.

I knew he'd kill me, and I'm pleased it's him. He scorns at the agonizing torture he puts himself through, and swiftly pulls my feet off the ground. His hands under my thighs, pushing me against the wall and holding me there with his own body between my legs. "Slide it in." He whispers against my neck, gasping louldy when I hold him by the shaft and push his tip into myself.

These past two weeks have been all of him, and none of the world. I should be doing my job, worrying about my lawsuit, but Austin seems more interesting.

"Oh my fucking-" he whispers, cussing over and over until he's buried balls deep inside my throbbing pussy. "Ottie, my baby, you feel so good."

I smile, not really thinking. How does Austin erase all my thoughts? I forget everything when I'm with him. Even breathing. "Y-you too." I mumble as I help him pound me more easily by wrapping my legs tighter around his torso.

"I have you, now." He moans loudly, his hair bouncing back and forth each time he slams into me. "Don't I?"

Nodding, "Yes." I hide my face in his neck, wrapping my arms around. Hugging him as he rearranges my guts is somehow an extremely comforting thing I've been introduced to in the past week. I take the chance whenever I can. "And I have you."

-

5:30pm.

"You're glowing!" I grin at Maria after Damian leaves reception. "How was your lunch date?"

Maria rolls her eyes, red cheeks painting her pale face, "It was excellent, of course!" And leans on the reception counter, just as Holly and Oliver open the door to the employee's room, poking their heads out for any danger. "Ah!" Maria claps her hands, "Damian's gone. It's safe!" He tells them.

The tired couple open the door completely, carrying the maxi cosi, handing sleeping little Priscilla to Maria. "I put everything in this." Holly points at the big bag in Oliver's hands.

"That's great darling!" Maria nods and snaps her fingers at Oliver to follow her to her car with the bag, while she carefully holds the maxi cosi.

"Ugh!" Holly rolls her eyes and sluggishly presses her forehead onto the reception counter. "I can't stand her!"

Chuckling, "Uhm, she's my step-mother..." I say.

"Oh no, of course!" Holly lifts her head immediately, holding her hands out defensively. "I respect that, but like, does she really have to call everyone 'darling.'" She uses finger quotations, rolling her eyes into the back of her head.

I shrug, "It's just the way she talks. She's full of love."

"Full of love?" Holly laughs, her pearly whites showing, "More like full of pretension." She laughs again, and her gaze falls on my not-so happy one. She clears her throat, "What like, you don't agree?"

I lick my lips. There are things some people don't know about Maria, and yet Maria never feels the need to explain herself. Maybe that's why I can never be mad at her. To me, she always seems to be doing the right thing. "Well, she can act pretentious sometimes, but again, it's just how she is."

"Anyways!" Holly sighs, brushing her fingers through her blonde hair. "So this Oliva,"

There it is. The conversation I've been waiting for. My heart pounds in favor they found who it is.

"we couldn't find anything!" She scorns.

I look down, a deep sigh escaping my mouth. "Maybe we should've gone to the police station." I say after a brief while, shaking my head. How did we not think of this?

"It's too late now." Holly sighs too. She rests her chin in her hands, tapping the counter with her red nails and puffing her lips to blow raspberries. "There's no one Dutch in this hotel." She says quietly. "Like, if the notes are written in Dutch, then it must be someone of the international staff, no? Because none of the guests are Dutch, now that Sanne and Mees are gone."

My eyes widen, heart starting to pound again, "Holly! You're a genius!" I exclaim, smacking the surface of the counter over and over again, "Or we were being just the worst detectives ever!" I blurt and quickly rush to the hotel kitchen.

Holly follows me after. The doors open and the staff turn to us, and we stand still. They go back to stirring pots and grilling meat while we make our way to the head chef, Daniel. He came here from the United States, greeting us with his strong Mancunian accent.

"Daniel, are there any workers from The Netherlands, here?" We look around the kitchen staff, trying to spot all the tallers ones in hopes they're Dutch.

Daniel's brows draw closer, "Uhm, yeah, I think three. Why?"

Holly and I turn to each other, grinning widely. "Can we talk to them?!" I ask him, "It'll only be five minutes!"

Nodding confusedly, "Natasha, Bo, Jordy!" He yelled, grabbing the attention of the three staff members.

My heart dropped at one of them being a woman. We tell Daniel we don't need Natasha, so he tells her to get back to basting steak.

"Bo's the kitchen porter, and Jordy's-"

"Thanks Daniel but that doesn't really matter!" Holly cuts him off and turns back to the two possible fathers of Priscilla. "Can we talk to them... in private?"

Sighing, "Sure." Daniel nods, "But only five minutes."

We nod and lead the two kitchen porters out the kitchen, into the hallway. "So!" Holly starts, bringing her hands together, "You two are from the Netherlands?"

"Yes." The two nod.

"This might sound weird, but, just- we want to ask you two a couple of questions." I say, scratching the back of my neck. I hadn't really thought of how to ask this. "Are either of you... married?"

They turn to face each other with creased foreheads, "I am." Bo nods after a while.

"I'm single." Jordy smirks.

Holly turns to me with her eyes rolling and her lashes fluttering in annoyance. "Well, Jordy," she takes a deep breath, "is there any chance you have a baby?"

Jordy's brows raise in suspicion. "What?"

"A baby?" Holly repeats.

Jordy chuckles, "No." His hands on his chest, "I'm too young to have kids!"

"Could you have gotten a girl pregnant? Maybe a girl named Oliva?" She raises her brows.

Jordy blinks, "Who the fuck's Oliva?"

"So you don't know a woman named Oliva and couldn't have possibly gotten her pregnant?" I interfere, my hands forward, excited.

Jordy shakes his head.

"Okay, good!" Holly breathes, "You can go." She points at the kitchen doors, glaring after Jordy's cocky walk.

Bo stands staring at the two of us, like he wants to say something. Though he doesn't. He stays quiet and waits for us to talk.

"Bo-" I begin, but am cut off by this agitating voice.

"What are you two doing?!" Oliver approaches us in the hallway, "I've been looking for like, ten minutes!"

I sigh, "Oliver-"

"Your boyfriend's on the reception phone." He cuts me off again, his thumb pointing over his shoulder.

I widen my eyes, "Okay, you two do this!" I throw finger guns at the both of them and ignore Holly's calls after me.

My feet lead me to the reception so quick, I have no idea how I didn't trip over my feet and break a leg. "Austin!" I rush the phone to the side of my face.

"Ottie!" He chuckles, "Where were you?!"

Something's different.

I clear my throat, "I was busy. Why did you call?"

"Because I wanted to hear my girlfriend's voice? Duh!" He say sheepishly... He's drunk. It's only six pm. The hairs on my arms stand, goosebumps reaching from my neck to my lower back. We've had this conversation before. Many times. Austin promised me, many times, he wouldn't drink to get drunk again.

Yet here we are.

My brows draw closer, annoyed, "Call me when you're sober!" I scoff and hang up angrily.

-

Andromeda's revolving doors reveal Hugo and Olga walking hand in hand. "Hey sis! Sissy! Sister!" Hugo throws finger guns at me as they near the reception counter, continuing, "Older female sibling! Shisuta! Onee Chan-"

"What do you want, Hugo?" I roll my eyes and sigh.

His ears turning red, he lets go of Olga's hand and leans his elbows on the counter, "I need some of that lettuce and cabbage!" He laughs.

I raise a brow, my gaze bouncing back and forth between Olga's unfazed state, and my brother's stupid grin. "Hugo,- I click my tongue, "just tell me what the fuck you need! I'm not in the mood today!"

He holds his hands out for defense, jutting his chin at me. His secret way of asking me if I'm okay. I blink longly and jut my chin back at him. My secret way of telling him I'm okay, and that he should continue.

Rubbing his pointer finger against his thumb, "Dolla dolla bills!" He chuckles. Fuck.

My hand immediately reaches for his collar, pulling him close, at least as much as the counter allows. "I'm gonna ask it once, and once only!" I grit my teeth.

Hugo nods.

"Are you high?"

Blowing raspberries with his tongue, "No!" He chuckles. "I just didn't really sleep last night!"

I turn to Olga for approval. She nods. My glare falls back onto Hugo's eyes. His bloodshot eyes. Red veins are popped out on his tired lids. "I swear to god, if you're back to-"

"Relax!" Hugo cuts me off. His fingers grab my hand with ease, freeing himself from my grip. "I'm not doing drugs." He rolls his eyes, imitating my voice annoyingly, "Even though I only ever smoked weed, which is not drugs in my opinion."

Smacking him on the side of his head, "You almost overdosed on heroin once, if I hadn't broken into your house!"

Wincing, "Okayyyy jeez!" He holds my wrists together, laughing. "Come on! That was one time, and I promised! I won't do it again! I'm just-" he leans in close to whisper; "middlemanning."

I smack him again, "That's not a real word!"

"Ottie!" Hugo whines, "Please! Just this once! I'm gonna pay you back, I promise!"

"That's what you said last time!" I argue, my hands crossing in front of my chest sassily.

Hugo licks his lips, "I promise again!"

Rolling my eyes and reach for my purse. "How much?"

Clapping his hands in victory, "Not much, just a little fifteen K."

"Fifteen-thousand?!" My eyes widen, and my purse falls out of my hands, onto the counter.

Olga and Hugo watch my coins roll out my purse and off the counter, clattering on the carepeted floor.

"Yeah...?" Hugo grins with all of his teeth showing, as if apologetic. He scratches the back of his neck.

My mouth sits agape, "Hugo, what the fuck do you need fifteen-thousand dollars for?!"

"Business." He simply shrugs.

I can't comprehend how he thought I would be dumb enough to give him my six months worth of salary.

I narrow my eyes at them both, because Olga looks like she has a part in this. "Is this a joke?"

"Look," Hugo sighs, "we're just- we're trying to start our online company!"

Of course they're doing it together. I bet Olga persuaded him into this. "What company?" I look at them in disgust.

"Like, this enterprise where we sell everything from electronics to toys, and books and shit!"

Drawing my brows closer, "Jeff Bezos already did that!" I spit. Ignoring their presence, I bend down to pick up my fallen coins, putting them back in the purse from which Hugo will not get any money from.

"Ottie!" I hear him whine over the counter, "Please! I'm gonna double it and pay you back! No- scratch that, I'm gonna tripple it! Trust me!"

I stand back up, putting my purse away angrily, before pointing a stern finger at him. "No!" I glare at them, "Hugo, I'm not giving you fifteen K! I don't even have that much money on me right now!"

"It's okay!" He exclaims, "You can Cash App it to me!"

Once again, I smack the side of his head. "No! Period!"

"Isn't your boyfriend like a multi-millionaire?!" He begins after a brief pause.

Oh, so this is what he had in mind...

"Hugo-" I glare at him through my jittery lashes, "don't even think about it."

"Why not?!" He argues loudly, "You can't at least ask him?! Come on! I'm your brother!"

"I'm not asking my boyfriend to give you fifteen K! That's the end of it, Hugo!" I shake my pointer finger in front of his face and shut him up real quick.

He sighs defeatedly, turning to Olga. She shrugs and throws her hair behind her shoulder, her nails tapping on the reception counter. "Whatever you say, we're gonna build this app."

My eyes narrow at her. "Is that what you really want?" I cross my arms in front of my chest. "Or are you just so jealous Austin has a new girlfriend, that you use my brother to get to his money?"

They gasp in sync.

"What the fuck did you just say?" She squeals, gritting her teeth as she tries climbing over the counter.

Hugo holds her back, turning to me with shock written all over his face. "Ottie, you can't talk to my girlfriend like that!"

"Then you can't come here and ask money from me for an idea that she persuaded you into!" I point at her face, yelling loudly at Hugo. "Because I know for a fact that it was her that manipulated you with this dumb app!"

"Ottie!" Hugo yells again.

Holly and Oliver run out of the elevator with their eyes wide open, and their hands in the air. "What's going on?!" They approach Hugo, Olga, and me.

"Nothing!" I yell at them, and from the corner of my eye, I see Hugo's somber eyes staring right through mine.

He takes Olga's hand and walks out of Andromeda. I want to yell after him. Tell him, as much as I meant every word, I said it for his good.

I fix my hair. Sighs leave my mouth every other second. Holly and Oliver stare at me in silent, until I snap. "What?!" Startling them.

"You okay, Ott?" Holly places a hand on my shoulder.

I nod, "Yeah. I just- I need to calm down for a second." And rush to the emergency back door when-

"By the way!" Oliver stops me in my tracks. "Bo isn't the father either." He says.

I turn to face them confusedly, "Huh?"

"Bo? From the kitchen? The Dutch one?" He points.

I open my mouth, nodding as I remember.

"We don't think he's the father. But we're gonna ask the cleaning staff. Apparently there's one who came here from The Netherlands."

I nod. "Good." I say and storm out of the door.

-

The soft breeze blows through my hair. I've spent my entire break outside. Behind the glorious Andromeda Hotel, next to the -not so- glorious dumpsters.

I use an empty plastic bag I found to sit on the concreet, perching the sole of my loafers on the ground while hugging my knees close to my chest.

Maybe I shouldn't have been so harsh on Hugo, but the truth is, I was angry at Austin, and took my anger out on my little brother. What I really should be doing is kick Austin in the stomach. How dare he drink so much, especially after promising me?

A sudden brush against my back startles me.

Speak of the angel.

I look up, and am met with Austin's impeccable face. The curves of his cheeks, his pearly whites, the way a single strand of his dirty blond hair falls on his forehead, his pointy nose, his romantic blue eyes.

Goddamn, you beautiful beautiful man. I can't stay angry at him. Somehow my heart keeps giving in. I try talking myself out of it, sometimes. Telling my little heart to stop being so weak and forgiving, but the bastard never listens. The butterflies in my stomach wage war on me when Austin places a kiss on the top of my head and sits on the ground next to me.

"Holly told me you were out here." He says quietly.

I turn away from him, because if I look in his eyes, I'll drown. And there'll be no one to save me. Part of me doesn't mind the thought of it, but the rest of me wants him to drown instead. "Are you sober?"

He leans against the wall and sneaks a hand around my back, giving my waist a little squeeze. "I'm sorry."

"You said that three times in the past week!" I scorn.

Sighing, "You're right." He nods. "Ottie, I swear I'm trying my best, it's just-"

"You're just not trying enough." I cut him off. I give in and turn to him, my arched brows immediately softening. "Austin you're not the same when you're drunk. I wanna get to know sober Austin."

Brief silence.

The ice is broken by Austin's sigh. "I know. Believe me, baby, I want to know sober Austin too." He places his pointer finger under my chin and his thumb under it, while his other hand sits on the ground, close to my thigh. He locks my eyes in place with his warm and loving ones. "I've never really felt like this before. Like I do with you."

"What does that mean?" I ask, a lot quieter now.

He licks his lips, inching his face closer to mine. "It means- I don't know, like I never needed a reason to stop drinking or, or like, a reason to know myself. I didn't really have anyone to be myself with."

His words somehow make me angry to think how Olga might've been to him. If she was the reason he ended up in Heartbreak Hotel, how bad did she treat him?

"You can be yourself with me." I whispered, "I want you to be."

He smiles and lets out a breath, pressing his forehead against my while his hand carressed my cheek. "I know." I closed his eyes, and whispered; "I know. I'm trying, but it's not as easy as I thought it was gonna be."

"Then talk to me about it." I say, a hint of annoyance lacing my whispers. "What do you find hard?"

Austin clears his throat. He doesn't say anything for at least two minutes, though I can see the words bubbling between his lips. He's afraid to tell me.

"I won't judge, or be mad." I reassure him.

"I know you won't." He smiles. "You're the last person I'd be scared of."

"Then tell me." I insist.

Austin breathes in deeply, "What if you don't like sober Austin?"

My heart shatters into a million pieces.

I open my eyes to Austin's closed ones. He's shuttering, letting the wind dance with his hair. "Austin." My hands immediately carress his face, then pull him into the tightest hug we've ever had. "Austin, I love you! I love every version of you! I love drunk Austin, and despite not seeing much of him, I love sober Austin! I'm dying to see more of him!"

I can feel his hands sneak around my back, pressing me into his chest, and burying his face in my neck. I feel his lips relax against my skin. I feel his breath on my shoulder. I feel his heartbeat colliding with mine. I feel him shudder in the cold. I feel him melt in my warmth. I feel all of him, and none of the world.

"Do you?" He whispers.

I hum, "I do." Squeezing him tighter, "Please, show me sober Austin, and I'll show you how much I love him."

He replies by tightening the hug.

I gather my legs closer to our bodies connecting. We turn into a whole. Not him. Not me. Us. I don't know where Austin begins, and where I end. We're as close and as together as we humanly can.

"I love you, Ottie."

"I love you, Austin."

"We should get back inside." He laughs, "It smells like literal shit out here." Pointing at the dumpsters with Priscilla's dirty diapers thrown inside of it.

I laugh too, nodding. "We should."

He helps me up and wipes the dust off the back of my thighs before sturdily holding my chin, then connects our lips. He lingers for a short while, and ends it with a peck.

Hand in hand, wearing wide grins, radiating warm love, we walk back inside. At the reception stand Maria, Holly, and Oliver. Bored, each resting their elbows on the counter, and their chins in their palms.

"What's with the long faces?" I ask them as we near them. Austin stands behind me, putting both hands on my waist, giving me a little squeeze every now and then.

Holly sighs, "We just can't figure out who the fricking dad is."

"Oh, that old situation." Austin hums. "What about the international staff?" He asks. I feel his breath on the back of my neck.

Holly clicks her tongue, "Looked into it. No luck."

Austin sighs.

"Speaking of, where's Priscilla?" I raise a brow.

Oliver points at the employee's room and I nod with my lips pressed into a thin line.

"She's been crying for the past hour because Maria," rolling her eyes, "did her diaper too tight." Holly chimes suddenly.

Kissing her teeth, "The diapers you bought are too small for her!" Maria defends herself, "It's a small rash, it'll be alright!"

"Oh please!" Holly guffaws annoyedly, "Just say you don't know how to take care of a baby!"

Maria gasps loudly, turning to me with wide eyes. My entire childhood flashing before her glazed eyes. I turn to her with the same face, before glaring at Holly. "What is that supposed to mean? She took care of me and Hugo, and we turned out pretty fucking good!"

Austin pulls me back lightly, wrapping his arms around my waist when he notices me tensing.

"Ottie, you know I didn't mean that!" Holly shakes her head, breathing out obnoxiously. "I meant that-"

"You meant what?!" Maria cut her off. "I raised two kids," holding up two of her fingers, "just because I made a little mistake, doesn't mean I'm a bad mother!"

"When did I say you were a bad mother?!" Creases form on Holly's forehead. She scrunches her face, turning to Oliver with an agape mouth.

Oliver wipes the sweat off his forehead, "L-let's all calm down."

"I'm calm." Holly shrugs. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and starts tapping her foot. "All I'm saying is, some people shouldn't be having children."

Goosebumps cover me, head to toe. Through the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of Maria's red face. Her blood boils, I can tell. If we were in a cartoon, fumes would blow out of her ears.

She smacks her palms onto the counter, turning to Holly with a strong glare, "Do not go there." She clenched her jaw.

I held her wrist, rubbing the skin under her Cartier bracelet to make her relax. I want her to know I'm here for her.

"Like, if you're offended then that's your problem." Holly shrugs sheepishly. She has no idea what she's doing, but it's too late.

Maria holds her by her upper arm, a tear rolling down the side of her face, "You might think you're mother material, but being a mother isn't just about changing diapers and dressing babies in cute pink outfits!"

Holly winces, sucking air through her teeth as she and Oliver try to loosen Maria's grip around her shoulder. Austin and I manage to seperate them. I put a hand on Maria's shoulder as Austin holds her back, telling Holly and Oliver to leave. Alas, they stay.

Maria points her finger at Holly, a few cracks in her stern tone, "I don't have to be able to give birth, or be a diaper expert to be a good mother! Don't you dare question my motherhood! I might not have the ability to give birth to a baby, but that doesn't make me less of a mother!"

Her voice quivers towards the end. She wipes the tears from her face and turns to leave, but not before pulling me into a hug. I shut my eyes and embrace her. She smells like the essence of vanilla, and the sweet recollections of my childhood. This is what mothers smell like, I always thought. Maria didn't give birth to me, but she's the only woman I've ever called mom.

She holds my face in her hands, "My Ottilie pie, I'll see you tomorrow." She smiles between two lines of tears and storms out of Andromeda.

I wave after her, before turning to Holly. My brows tied into knot. "You can be real cruel sometimes, did you know that?"

Holly stands with her mouth agape when I walk past her, bumping my shoulder into hers. Austin follows me behind, landing a gentle kiss on my jaw, "Breathe, baby." He whispers into my ear, while leading me to the elevator. "You're okay."

He says that whenever I'm angry, and I'd be lying if I said it doesn't work. My heart melts off, dripping into my stomach, raining onto the butterflies.

I mistook those butterflies for love, but after being with Austin, I realized they're fractions of anxiety, and only stop fluttering their wings when I'm with Austin. His presence, his face, his scent, his body, his voice, his touch, his lips, his eyes, that is love.

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➦ IN THE NEXT CHAPTER

The courtroom is a mess.

Hugo and Austin have a serious
talk about Ottie, drugs, and money.

Holly wants to make it up to Maria,
and Ottie wants to make it up to Hugo.

Also, there's a familiar face in Andromeda.

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