Page 1 of Infatuated as They Come
Chapter 1
Holly
Most people would be afraid to hear someone sneaking into their bedroom window just minutes before midnight, but over the summer, it had quickly become a sound I looked forward to.
The noise had my eyes snapping open, a smile spreading across my face as I turned over in bed. One hand reaching out, I switched on the lamp on my bedside table, being careful not to bump the pink alstroemerias filled vase that sat right next to it. It was late and the house was totally silent—besides the commotion coming from my right—so the last thing I needed was the sound of the crystal vase shattering as it dropped to the floor. The lamp had given me enough light to see a tall figure throwing a long leg over my windowsill, one heavy Converse sneaker hitting the floor.
“Christ, fuck,” Sawyer muttered.
I absolutely loved the tall oak tree right by the side of my house, because it gave my boyfriend perfect access to crash land right into my bedroom.
Jumping out of bed with a smile so big it almost hurt, I quickly made my way over to him. “Be careful,” I said. I did my best to keep my laugh hushed, watching as he straightened himself up. “And shush. My parents only just went to bed. I thought you weren’t gonna come tonight so I went to bed too. I know you were really busy today.”
He pushed two big hands through his messy, dark locks, the sleeves of his grey and black flannel shirt rolled up, showing off his pale forearms. “Exactly. I haven’t seen you all goddamn day. That’s a long time to not seeyou,” he said, green eyes slowly raking over my body. “Fuck, look at you.”
His eyes kept wandering up and down and I felt my skin get all hot as he took me in. All I had on was some pajamas. The cool, silk material of my yellow and pink cami and the matching shorts were perfect for the last remaining days of summer when the heat still wouldn’t go away.
“You’ve got fuckin’ different pajamas on every time I see you. I think these are my favorite ones so far,” he muttered, head tilted that tiny bit. “How many do you own exactly?”
“I just like wearing different colors.” I giggled, toying with the lacey, cropped hem of my top.
“Yeah, I like it when you wear different colors too. Come here,” he said lowly, and then a second later, he was picking me up and bringing me right over to my desk, getting me settled on top of the smooth wood. “Did I wake you?”
“Nope. Just got into bed a few minutes ago. You didn’t have to come, you know? You’ve been working all day. You’re probably so tired.” I kept my arms around his shoulders, the soft fabric of his shirt brushing against my wrists. “You spoil me sometimes.”
“I don’t think you understand how hard it is to go all day without seeing you. And I couldn’t miss tonight, right? It’s pretty special…”
“Is it?”
“Uh-huh. Very special.”
“Are you here to give me my birthday kiss?”
“I might be. I also wanted to be the first person to wish you happy birthday,” he said, voice all gravelly. “Happy birthday, baby.”
My head shook, nodding over to the clock on the wall. There were still a few minutes left until the clock struck twelve. “It’s not midnight yet.”
“Right, right. Gotta do it properly.”
“And speaking of birthdays…” My brows raised, my hands moving down from Sawyer’s broad shoulders to the pockets of his jeans. I was about to dig my hands into them when I felt him softly grab at my wrists.
“Whatcha looking for?” he asked.
“I need to see your license.” I had been trying to get it out of Sawyer allsummer, but no matter how many times I asked and begged and pleaded, he wouldn’t give me that special date, and I was left having no clue when my boyfriend’s own birthday was.
“Are you arresting me?” he asked, voice getting lower. “That’s kinda hot.”
“Show me.”
“Why?” he asked, though he knew exactly what my reason was for asking the question. That playful little glint in his eyes told me that.
“Because.”
“Why?”
“Can I see it? Please?”
“Why?”
