Page 111 of Sinful as They Come
Spinning around, my smile widened when I saw Sawyer approaching me. He pushed a hand through his hair, brushing the thick locks back. The thick locks I had been pulling at the other night.
“Hi,” I said a little shyly. “Good morning.”
I rested my hands on his shoulders and stood on the tips of my toes, giving him a quick kiss. People were staring. They had not been expectingme and the resident bad boy to be kissing in the hallways. It was still a shock to me too. They could look all they wanted.
“I missed those lips,” he said lowly, his hands on my waist. “I missed you.”
“Well, I’m here now.”
“You are very much here.” He held my waist a little harder. “And I had an important question to ask you.”
“Oh. What’s up?”
“What are you doing this Friday?”
I thought about it for a moment. I was pretty sure I didn’t have any plans. Honestly, I fully expected to spend the night in Sawyer’s trailer since there was no way I could bring him to my own house. I wanted my parents to meet him. For things to be normal. But that would have to wait.
“Nothing,” I answered. “Why?”
“I wanted to take you out.” He moved just one hand up, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Like, a proper date. Not just sitting in my trailer playing trivia.”
“Or painting me?” I grinned, letting those memories flood my mind.
“Well, I don’t mind doing that. I’ll paint you anytime you want. But I wanted to take you out on a proper date. Arealone. At a restaurant and all that.”
My heart raced at his words. Yeah, I had been right. Sawyerwasa gentleman. Underneath all of that – that deep, dark, brooding, mysterious armor – was a sweetheart. And I wanted to discover more of him. I wanted to peel off every layer I could, learning more and more.
“That sounds perfect.” I smiled. I loved the idea.. “Should I meet you at the restaurant? ‘Cause, uh… If my dad sees your truck pulled up in our driveway, he’ll—"
“Kill me.” Sawyer finished the sentence for me. He let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I get it. Dads don’t like me. I’ll pick you up, but I guess I’ll have to hide out halfway down the street or something.”
“I’m sorry. My parents… We’ll tell them. But right now, I think this will have to stay between you and me.”
“I don’t mind sneaking around, sweetheart. You’re more thanworth it.” He pressed a quick but lingering kiss to my lips. “How does seven sound? I’ll come grab you then?”
“It’s a date.”
I returned his kiss, giggling against his lips. He smelled good. It was that deep cologne scent that I still found so intoxicating. Ever since that night – where I had sat in his lap and kissed him so hard and so deep – I couldn’t stop thinking about taking things further. I had felt him. He had been hard, his length pressing up against me. It was something I wanted to feel again and again. I wasn’t ready to go all the way yet, but the more time I spent around Sawyer, the more eager I became. Could he tell?
“People keep on lookin’.” Sawyer grinned against my lips, keeping his hands on my waist. “Is this what you deal with every day?”
“Let them stare. They’re just jealous.”
“Of me? Yeah, makes sense.”
“Ofme,” I corrected. “And I think we may have broken their brains a little.”
“Our first fight is gonna be fun.”
I grinned at the thought. “Yeah, I kinda can’t wait for that now that I think about it.”
The bell suddenly rang and I let out a little sigh. Sawyer and I didn’t get to spend that much time together since there was so much sneaking around, so I was clinging on to every second we had.
“I have to do my stupid psychology presentation,” I mumbled.
“Let me walk you to class.” He held his hand out, lacing his large fingers with mine.
Hand in hand, Sawyer walked me to my psychology room. We took slow steps. It seemed like Sawyer wanted to get as much time out of the walk as we could. A few more people stopped and stared at us. I couldn’t blame them that much. It didn’t make sense. Sawyer and I had gone from going at each other’s throats to walking through the halls, side by side. But they’d get used to it. And hopefully my parents would get used to it too.Hopefully.
