Page 2 of Infatuated as They Come
“I want to see your photo,” I said. “I bet you look really handsome in it.”
“You don’t need my photo. You’ve got me right here.”
“I need to know your blood type.”
“Why?”
“It’s very important information to me.”
“Why?” he asked again.
“Sawyer.” I groaned, trying to keep the sound as low as possible. My eyes flickered up to my closed door, hoping my parents had fallen sound asleep. Looking back down at Sawyer, I turned my lips into a pout, batting my lashes at him as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. “Please tell me.”
Shaking his head at me, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Don’t make that face at me.”
“What face?”
“You know I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”
“Tell me your birthday. That can be your birthday gift to me.”
His eyes casted downwards for a moment, brows knitting together. “I already got you a gift. It’s at home. I’m gonna give it to you at your party.”
I pecked his lips softly. “Thank you. I’m sure it’s lovely. But… I still wanna know your birthday. It’ll be the cherry on top of your wonderful gift.”
“It’s coming up soon. How about I tell you then?”
“No, tell me now.”
“Hm, Icouldtell you.”
“Youshouldtell me.”
“But—”
“No buts.”
“But tonight’s about you.”
I scoffed. “You say that every night.”
“Well, it’s especially accurate tonight, don’t you think?”
“You’re not supposed to keep secrets from me.”
“Why do you need to know so bad?”
So I can buy you lots of nice stuff for your birthday and spoil you for being such a good boyfriend, I thought, but I knew Sawyer very much preferred it being the other way around. All summer long he had been taking me on dreamy dates around Dallas, and when he brought me back home, he always made sure to walk me right to the front door like a gentleman, not once ever missing my curfew—eleven o’clock, on the dot. My father didn’t expect anything less. But right before I went back inside Sawyer would always place his hand on my chin, one thumb stroking at my skin as he held me in place to give me the softest, sweetest goodnight kiss. Then I’d go back inside feeling like the night had ended way too early.
But I always saw that look in his eyes when we got to sit down at the places he took us. When we were given the menus and his brows would furrow for a split second before he quickly washed that all away. I knew what he was thinking, what he was worried about, but he’d always reach over the table and grab my hand, a thumb stroking at my skin softly as he whispered, “Get anything you want.” Me paying wasn’t an option. I’d try to reach for my purse, ready and more than able to hand over my card, but Sawyer always beat me to it. He’d never let me do it to begin with.
“Because what if we’re not compatible?” I asked with a fake gasp, toying with the strands of hair on the nape of his neck. “What if we have to break up because I’m a Virgo and you’re an Aquarius?”
“I’m not an Aquarius.” Sawyer chuckled, his lips ghosting against mine before he nodded towards the clock. “It’s almost midnight.”
My eyes fell to the clock, watching as it ticked away, getting closer and closer to twelve. In just a few seconds, I’d be nineteen.
“Three, two, one…” Sawyer said softly, smiling at me when it finally hit midnight. “There we go.”
