Like Loving A Lion (SEQUEL to I'm Not That Perfect)

I was at the beach when he found me. It was late, god knows what hour of the early morning. I'd been at the beach (which happened to be part of his effing backyard) since I'd gotten home in the afternoon. It was deserted and I was dancing alone to no music when Austin showed up.
"What on earth are you doing?" Austin asked, amused.
"Hanging out. I like the ocean at night." I replied, looking up at the stars.
"I owe you an apology." He sighed, sitting down on the sand.
I smiled, sitting in his lap. "Don't you?"
"Don't be a shithead." He chuckled, kissing my forehead.
"That's my word." I pouted.
"I'm obsessed with you. I can't help it." He said. "I was just. . . You know how overprotective I get. I was married to a woman who was with all kinds of different guys behind my back."
"I know. But I hope you know that I would never ever do that to you." I said.
"I know you wouldn't. Seeing him there just got me going. I hate him so much. We used to be friends you know. That was before- I see him and I think of what he did to you and it makes me afraid of myself, how angry I get." Austin said.
The waves crashed. "I know how you are. You despise anyone who's ever hurt me. The only problem is that's a long list."
"I love you, Avery." He said softly in my ear. "I love you so much."
"I love you too. More than you know." I smiled even though he couldn't see my face.
"Come on. Let's go inside. You're freezing." He said, rubbing my arms and picking me up.
I cuddled into his chest. "I'm always cold," I mumbled. "Anemia sucks."
"Avery, it's three in the morning. Have you really been on the beach for twelve hours?" He asked.
"Yeah."
"Aren't you tired?"
"Well, yeah." I shrugged, as if that was beside the point.
Austin laughed, setting me on the bed. "You are something else."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you."
He took his shirt off and laid down. "I was kind of a dick."
"Kind of?" I asked.
"Stop being a shit head." He grinned.
"Only if you stop using my insults." I laughed.
"As if." He replied.
I stood up and changed into one of his shirts and then got into bed. "Shut up. I'm tired."
"Goodnight, Princess." He said right before I feel asleep.

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