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There’s a very good chance this week is going to end in utter heartbreak, but fuck it, I’m twenty-three, my heart’s resilient enough to take a good beating.
See, that’s where they’re going wrong. What you want to do is embrace the loneliness, really lean into it until you’re so miserable that you repeatedly turn down offers from gorgeous, young construction workers who pant after you like a sweet little puppy.
Ugh, friends don’t sniff friends, West. Get that through your damn head already.
As Stone once said, “A cock in the hand is worth two in the ass.” I’m not sure what he meant or if it even applies here, but it makes me laugh, so we’ll go with that.
The dude actually goes to the gym twice a day, every day, by choice. It’s wild, but he’s also ripped as fuck, so it’s definitely paying off. His future nerdy professor will probably appreciate his efforts.
Ok I want Miller’s book now
One second Sawyer is telling me to drop it, and the next he’s scrambling onto my lap and plastering his lips to mine.
“Don’t,” I say softly. “It’s fine if this didn’t mean anything, if you want it to be a one-time thing, even if you never want us to speak of it again. But for the sake of my sanity, please don’t say it was a mistake.”
Construction workers in delicate, lace panties have to be a porn category all their own because holy fuck is that brain-meltingly sexy.
What the hell am I doing here? I knew damn good and well that West had a date tonight. Maybe I really should see a priest about the possibility of possession because this shit is getting weird.
A hot, unpleasant feeling spreads through my stomach and into my chest. “I’m not sure if he mentioned it, but he has ninety percent hearing loss in his left ear. Make sure you talk nice and loud so he can hear you.” Yup, I’m definitely going to have to get a priest to perform an exorcism.
Of course, I can’t kiss him again. Something like that could cost us our friendship. But I also can’t lose him to someone else. So where does that leave us?
He’s like the all black puzzle: frustrating and intriguing at the same time. I’d like to think I’ll solve him one day, but I’m starting to doubt it.
he fixes me with a stern glare. He’s fifteen years younger than I am; how is he doing that?
He’s been avoiding me for the past two weeks because of my last fuck up. If I jerk him back and forth one more time, it might just be the end of our friendship.
“We could be good together.” I take a chance, dipping my head lower until our foreheads are nearly touching. He doesn’t protest, leaning in and bumping his nose against mine. “We could be a disaster together,” he counters quietly, sounding a little helpless. A slow grin spreads over my lips. “Not knowing which is half the fun.”
How am I supposed to keep from falling in love with him when he’s going to kiss me like that? Like I matter, like he might already be in love with me.
Luckily, it’s not Sawyer on my doorstep, it’s Stone. “Hey, can I borrow some butter?” I arch an eyebrow at him. “No. I’ve heard what you two do with butter.”
“For what it’s worth, I think Sawyer seems like a great guy, and I hope it works out. But when it’s right, like really right, you won’t have to be anyone but you. The right person will love every stupid, obnoxious thing about you.”
When we break the kiss, Sawyer smiles down at me with an expression that makes my heart trip over itself in its hurry to beat faster. I reach up and brush my thumb over his cheek, leaving a streak of mud on accident, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Where’d you go?” I ask, moving over to the next piece of drywall so I can lift it up as soon as Miller gets his side. “The restroom.” His eye twitches, giving away his lie, but I decide not to call him on it. Whatever it was that put that smile on his face is his business. For his sake, I hope it’s some cute professor.
Sawyer is my heart and my life, and I count my blessings every single day that he’s mine.
