“Shit.” Sawyer laughs, rolling his window down and sticking his arm out to feel the oncoming rain. “I love it when it rains.” Itighten my grip on the wheel, focusing on the road and not the man beside me who has no idea how distracting he is.
I don’t talk to anyone. People are a chore.
There’s just something about him, though.
I don’t know how to describe it. I don’t know whether I should be running from it. All I know is when I’m with him everything feels strangely natural. He doesn’t feel like a stranger, more like an old friend. Familiar and reliable. Warm.
Sawyer feels warm.
He pulls his wet arm back in and rolls up his window.
“You like the rain?” I ask.
“I love the rain. I like thunderstorms and gloomy weather. I’m weird. Hate the cold, but I love the way it looks when it snows.” He laughs, and it’s like sunlight. I can’t explain it any other way. There’s a break in the trees and I pull down the dirt path.
It’s on Ivan’s property, but I know him and I know his goons. None of them come out here. They don’t have a reason to. Koda knows, but Koda knows everyone’s secrets. I kill the lights and let the engine idle for a moment.
“Where are we?” Sawyer asks.
I think about how much I want to tell him. “Woods behind my house.”
“You don’t want to take me to your house?”
That’s the last fucking thing I want.
If we go anywhere, it’s going to be his house.
In his bed.
Sawyer swings the door open and steps out. “What are you doing!?” I follow him, circling around the car as he stands in the rain.
“It’s creepy out here. It’s so dark.”
The sky above is pitch black and punched with stars. The moon is full, letting a sliver of light through the trees.
Which is fine. I only see Sawyer.
He looks at me through the rain, and water drips from his black hair as he walks toward me. Slowly. Almost as slow as the smile spreading across his face. I want to be here. I want to. I almost lost that match tonight. I’m never this distracted.
“So,” he murmurs, so close now I swear I can feel his heat on my skin, his lips only a foot away from me. I can feel the heat from him soaking into me. “You have fun fighting like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Getting hit in the face doesn’t sound like fun.”
When Cam told me about his boyfriend’s date with this man last year, I thought Bo had dodged a bullet. Cam made Sawyer seem tedious and like work. A lot of work.
Now I think I’m lucky nothing came of him and Bo, because they aren’t together and Sawyer is here with me.
“I don’t get hit very often.”
He smirks, sucking his teeth. “Got hit a lot tonight.”
“I was distracted.”
I watch his tongue drag across his bottom lip, and then that smirk that lets me know he caught me. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it’s a sweet torture I’m helpless to fight.
“Distracted by what?” He steps closer, then I feel his arms snake around my waist. We’re both soaked, but he doesn’t move to get in the car, he just holds me here. And I stand here drowning. “Is it because you kissed me a bunch and want to do it again?”
