Page 76 of Infatuated as They Come
Sawyer curled his fingers at me. “Don’t be shy.”
“It’s so ugly.” I pouted at him. “You’re gonna laugh.”
“I will, but only for a minute.”
Slowly, I turned the notepad around and met his eyes, noticing a deep frown on his face. He tilted his head left and right, like a new angle would somehow help my monstrosity make more sense.
“What the hell is that?” he muttered.
“It’s obvious. Stop cheating.”
“I’m not. I don’t know what I’m looking at.”
“Look harder.”
He squinted and grabbed the notepad. “Looks like… a girl sitting on top of a washing machine? What the hell was on that card?”
“No, look closer.”
“Is this you? Is this what you do in your spare time?”
“That is not a depiction of me.”
“You should let me watch next time…”
I laughed, grabbing one of the spring rolls out of the box. “Okay, I get a point, right? That’s a hot tub. Clearly. I drew the water lines and everything. I did my best.”
Sawyer chuckled, head shaking as he stared at my little drawing. “You did, baby. Good job. Absolute masterpiece. You get a point. My turn, right?”
The rest of the night was spent playing the game, with Sawyer drawing just about everything with complete ease and me making an idiot of myself. The food was good, at least, and the company was even better. In between our little drawing sessions we’d stop and eat and laugh at all our silly drawings—mine especially seemed to be the most entertaining.
We spent nearly two hours there in the living room just being with each other, and it felt like we were right back in Dallas, back at his place, back where the days went on forever and no one got in the way. No college, no long work hours. Just me and him. It was how I loved him. When he wasn’tso worried or stressed about having to impress me, when I wasn’t some rich girl and he wasn’t some struggling guy, and we were just us, and it felt too right for me to ever want anything else. And then somehow, by the end of the night, I ended up in Sawyer’s lap as he tallied up the scores.
“Well, the results are in,” he said seriously.
“And?” I prompted.
“You won, princess.”
“Yay.” I clasped my hands together. I was pretty sure he just let me win. “This is my greatest ever accomplishment.”
“Well, you draw pretty good for a girl who made an ice cream cone look like ET. Never seen anything quite like it…”
“You said you loved my half ET-half ice cream drawing.”
“I did. It was beautiful.”
“Well, I love those drawings you do of me. The ones you stick on the fridge.” I smiled. “Those are really fun to wake up to.”
“The ones I used to do, you mean,” he said lowly.
My hands pressed to the sides of his face. “I know you’re busy. You don’t have to make little drawings of me just to make me happy.”
He brushed his lips against mine. “But I love making you happy.”
“Well, I kept all of them,” I said softly. “I look at them every now and then. I think they’re really cute.”
His brows furrowed. “Youkeptthose? They were just dumb little drawings I did.”
