Page 4 of Infatuated as They Come
He hummed. “Haven’t I made it up to you yet? What else can I do to make it better?”
“There’s acouplethings you could do…”
“You seem to like it when I kiss you here.” Lips all soft and warm, he kept them pressed right to my neck as he sucked at the skin gently, and it felt so good that I couldn’t hold back my whine. “You seem toreallylike it. Is that enough to make it up to you?”
I laughed softly. “Don’t leave a mark.”
“I won’t. Just wanna kiss you here a little.”
My eyes shut, hands resting on his shoulders as he kissed that sensitive spot there on my neck, his body feeling so big and broad on mine. “Okay, maybe you can leave a teeny, tiny little mark,” I offered.
“Is that how I make it up to you? Like this?”
“Well, youcouldgive me a hint about where you’re taking me for my birthday…”
“Nope.”
“What if I give you a nice, long kiss?”
“That’s tempting, baby, but I still won’t give in.”
“How will I know what to wear?”
“Just wear something pretty.”
“My pajamas are pretty. Can I wear them?”
Finally pulling away from my neck, his eyes lowered, giving his head a slow shake. “Those are for my eyes only. They’re not even pajamas. Fuckin’ rich girl underwear…”
“They’re pajamas, not underwear.”
“They’re short enough to be underwear, which means only I get to look at ‘em.” Then his gaze locked back on to mine, his green eyes all dark. “You should get some sleep, huh? You’re gonna be busy all day tomorrow.”
“Will you stay?” I asked. “I always sleep better when you’re here.”
“You know you don’t have to ask. Come here.”
He moved so that I was resting on his chest again, the side of my face pressed up against the cotton of his shirt. I felt his long fingers stroking at my scalp, the gesture so soothing that it made my eyes gently shut.
I had developed a habit over the summer that I hadn’t been able to kick and quite frankly, I didn’t want to. There had been so many nights where Sawyer would sneak into my room and lie in bed with me, my head on his chest as we talked for hours. Tiredness would eventually take over and I’d fall asleep right there, all pressed up against him. He was always gone by the time I woke up—and that was for the benefit of the both of us, because I knew my dad would lose it if he barged into my bedroom and saw me and Sawyer tangled up—but I could have sworn I always woke up feeling more refreshed than ever.
“G’night,” he said, giving my forehead a slow kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” I said back, sighing softly.
I hated that he had to leave. That when the sun came up, he’d be gone and I’d be left in my bed that all of a sudden felt too cold and lonely. But that was about to change. We’d be in New York soon, in our own place, with our own space, and there would be no more silly rules to get in between us. My dad wouldn’t be there to make Sawyer feel uncomfortable and unwelcomed and my curfew would be long gone andmybed would beourbed, and Sawyer wouldn’t have to sneak out of the window just so we could spend a couple hours cuddling.
The sound of Sawyer’s heartbeat was in my ears and that deep, woodsy scent of his was in the air and I was right there in his arms, feeling so loved and safe that I couldn’t quite believe it. Soon, every night would be like this, and there would no longer be a time limit on what we could do and when we could do it. Sawyer wouldn’t disappear into the night, and I’d get to fall asleep in his armsandwake up in them, with no more fear of him vanishing with the sunrise.
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“I finally decided,” a soft voice said next to me, their tone all level and serious. “It took fifteen minutes, but I finally got there in the end.”
I turned to see my best friend taking a seat to my left. “I know it was a really hard decision.”
“I couldn’t decide between berry red and wine red,” Annie said, her hands flicking her brown curls over her shoulders. “One says flirty and the other says sophisticated, and I was torn between going with those two looks tonight. I went with sophisticated.”
“You’re so grown up.”
