Thirty two.

SCAR'S POV.

"Austen." I yawn, using my hands to search for him on there other side of the bed.

"Austen." I call again, this time rolling over.

Fuck....shit.

My body collides with the cold floor before I could stop, my eyes shooting open at the sharp pain.

"Ouch, ouch ouch." I groan, not willing to get up.

"Are you okay?" Pushing myself up at the voice, my head cranks to his direction.

He is topless, the apron tied around his form concealing those abs from my stare.

Am so getting rid of all the aprons in the house.

"Okay? No am not Okay." I pout pointing at the bed. "I fell off course you weren't there."

"I will make it