“Don’t even think of opening up that door,” I hear Sawyer call from behind me. “Or what?” I say as I pick up speed on a jog to try to beat him. Before I can register him approaching, his arms are around my waist, picking me up, spinning me around, and placing me back on the ground so now I’m behind him. I’m giggling, and I can feel his laugh just as much as I can hear it. Sawyer opens the car door, dramatically bowing, gesturing for me to get inside. “We’ll never have to find out. When we’re together, you do not open doors, Pix. Got it?”
