Page 24 of Infatuated as They Come
“I agree. And you made it really lovely. Thank you.” Standing on the tips of my toes, I gave his lips a soft kiss.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to take you out for dinner. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll take you somewhere real nice.”
“It’s not your fault. And honestly, that pizza was better than anything you could get at a fancy restaurant. You really spoiled me today.” I sighed, knowing we were getting closer and closer to eleven. “I’d let you stay the night. YouandBrodie. Mom wouldn’t mind, but…”
“Daddy still doesn’t like me,” he said. “Yeah, I know.”
He leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine as his hands grasped my waist. I was very much aware of where we were: right in front of my house, my father not that far away and probably waiting to throw the front door open and drag me back inside the house. But Sawyer kissed me like hedidn’t mind, like he didn’t want to be anywhere else but right there with me, his tongue pushing in between my lips deeply and softly and slowly. I almost whined when the kiss came to an end.
“Goodnight, Holly,” he murmured.
“Goodnight.” I pushed open one of the heavy double doors with one hand, our eyes locked as I moved inside. Why couldn’t the day go on an hour or two longer? I blew him a kiss and watched him smile before I finally shut the door, only for my eyes to roll the second I turned around, because there stood my dad, right in the foyer.
“Your mother wants us in the theatre room in ten minutes,” he said. “She wants us all to watch a movie together before you leave. No phones allowed.”
“Okay.” I moved past him, hearing his footsteps behind me as I put some distance between us, my blasé attitude clearly not deterring him.
“What did you do today?” he asked.
“Me and Sawyer went out.”
“Where?”
“Granbury.”
“That’s quite a drive.”
“Sawyer’s a very careful driver.”
“Are you hungry? You’ve been gone all day.”
“Sawyer got me lunch and dinner.”
“What did you eat?”
“I know you think he can’t take care of me, but he can and he does.”
A sharp breath left him, but I still couldn’t bring myself to turn around. “Holly.”
“What?”
“Look, you’re leaving in a few days, and I don’t want things to be bad between us when you go.”
“Well, you only have yourself to blame for that.”
“Your mother told me about what you said to her earlier. Before you left.”
Finally, I spun around to meet his eyes, and I couldn’t believe it, but there seemed to be the tiniest bit of guilt looking back at me. “And?”
“I’m not going to say sorry for wanting the best for you. You seem to beforgetting that I’m your father and that I want you to have a good life,” he said. “Aperfectlife. The kind you have now.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “That’s nice.”
“But,” he said, his voice suddenly a little louder, “I will say sorry for earlier.”
“Andwhyare you saying sorry exactly?”
“You know why.”
