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Ugh, friends don’t sniff friends, West. Get that through your damn head already.
Construction workers in delicate, lace panties have to be a porn category all their own because holy fuck is that brain-meltingly sexy.
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.” He cackles. “Dude, I’m making cookies.”
I can’t imagine loving anyone more than I love him. Just like Gus said to Sunny: Sawyer is my heart and my life, and I count my blessings every single day that he’s mine.
