Page 97 of Infatuated as They Come
“Off pouting somewhere probably. Don’t pay any attention to him,” she said, her eyes landing on Sawyer for a moment as he nursed his hot chocolate. I knew that statement was directed more at him than at me.
“Is he gonna avoid us the whole time we’re here?” I muttered. “If so, that’s silly.”
“Pay him no mind, okay? I’m just glad you two are here.” Mom lifted her mug to her lips, taking a short sip. “How has cheer been?”
“It’s been good. I love all of those girls,” I said. “And a couple of them are dance majors so I’m learning a whole lot.”
“Aw, so fun.” Mom put her mug down and eyed the watch on her wrist. “Are you two tired? There’s time to squeeze in a nap before dinner if you’d like.”
My tongue clicked. “Speaking of…”
“Your father’s putting Sawyer in the guest room,” Mom said bluntly.
My eyes rolled and I heard Sawyer snort from the side. “He knows welivetogether, right? Like, is he not aware of where I’ve been since I moved to New York?”
She rested a hand on my thigh. “You know what he’s like. I hope you two don’t mind. He wanted to put Sawyer in the guest house at first. I’ve been trying to convince him that you’re all grown up since you left. It’s just easier this way.”
“Easier for who?” I muttered.
“It’s alright,” Sawyer said, mug still in hand. “I’m okay sleeping in the guest room.”
“It’s just so pointless,” I said.
“He does a lot of pointless things,” Mom said. “Why don’t you show Sawyer the room he’ll be staying in? You two should get some rest.”
“Well, which room has he been designated to?”
“The one furthest from your room.”
“Oh, of course.” I stood up, my eyes landing on my boyfriend. “Looks like I’ll be your bellhop today. Come on.” I pulled him off the couch, leading him towards the stairs.
“I’ll wake you both up when dinner’s ready!” Mom called out.
Our fingers still tangled together, I guided Sawyer up the stairs. The railing was covered in vibrant green garlands, contrasting against the red bows that were set a couple feet or so apart, all leading right up to the top.
“This is so silly,” I muttered. “He’s shipped you off to the back of the house. We put all our annoying relatives in that room.”
Sawyer chuckled behind me. “It can’t be that bad in there.”
“He’s being stupid.”
“You can’t go a few nights without sleeping next to me, princess?”
“No. I’m used to it now,” I said, but there had been a lot of lonely nights in the city. I missed resting my head on Sawyer’s chest while he kissed at my forehead, I missed his fingers tracing at my skin,I missed him. “I always sleep really good when you’re next to me.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“It’s this way.” I pointed down towards the right, my fingers still laced with his as we walked past my dad’s office and one of the bathrooms and the couple of other guest rooms, finally stopping when we got to the room right at the end of the hallway. Turning around, I pressed my back to thedoor. “You’re so far away from my room you may as well be staying in a different house.”
“Yeah, I think that was the plan.”
Pushing the door open, I let Sawyer step inside. Since the room was on a corner, it had some extra windows. Big, floor to ceiling ones and white painted doors that would lead him to a balcony so he’d at least have a view of the courtyard. Smooth, soft, white carpet underneath my feet contrasted against the heavy grey comforter on the king-sized bed, the leather bed frame a deep brown. A similar toned bedside table sat right next to it, and when my eyes peered into the entrance of the walk in closet, I spied Sawyer’s bag. My dad must have already placed it there. He hadn’t wasted any time.
“Bathroom’s on the left.” I pointed to the side before drawing open the white curtains to get some winter sun in.
“I get my own bathroom?” he asked. “Swanky indeed.”
“He’s already being a pain.” I spun around, watching as Sawyer kicked his shoes off and sat down at the edge of the bed. “I don’t know why he has to be this way.”
