I told my dad I didn’t trust him, and it is for these reasons that it’s good advice. He’s able to pretend so well, and he can convince almost anyone to do anything. The problem is I do trust him. I always thought trust was something you could logically control, but it’s not. I know I shouldn’t put my trust in him, but it happens naturally. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to.
He’s let me in past his facade more than once, and I don’t know if that’s just a part of his game. Show me a little of himself in order to gain his trust, but somehow I don’t think so. I don’t think that’s a part of himself he’s willing to give up for a game. I don’t think he even meant to give it to me, but now that he has, it’s like fuel that keeps fanning this flame between us, only getting stronger as we are together more.
Or maybe I’m just drunk. Who knows
I walk up to him and smile. “Hi stranger.”
He goes to reach for me, but I step back. He gives me a funny look, and I try to shrug it off. “Maybe we can be a little more discreet. Apparently people are already talking.”
He smiles back. “Oh did I forget to mention I have a 24 hour fan club? The whole office will know our business by Monday.”
I narrow my eyes back at him. “Oh well, in that case, I guess our business here is done.” I turn on my heel to walk away, but he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.
“Don’t even think about it.” He growls in my ear.
The ca
r pulls up just then, so I pull away from him and check my surroundings before getting into the car with him. Dancing with him is one thing, but if people found out I went home with him? Yeah, no thank you.
The car pulls away from the hotel, and before we are even around the block, Sawyer reaches over and cups my jaw and slams his mouth to mine. I kiss him back until I remember we are in the back of someone’s car. I pull back slightly so our foreheads are still leaning up against each other’s. “What was that?” I ask.
His mouth twitches up on one side. “I couldn't stop thinking about your mouth. You drive me insane.”
This time when he presses his mouth back to mine, I don’t stop him. That is until he started getting handsy too. “Sawyer!” I whisper-shout.
I move right up to his ear. “You’ve waited this long. I think you can survive ten more minutes.”
He looks at me like I’m crazy, but then he leans back in his seat again, only this time he pulls me up next to him. I curl up into him, and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. It’s been a long day, and it is hitting me all at once. I feel my eyes fluttering shut as the hum of the car relaxes me.
I must have actually dozed off a little because Sawyer has to shake me when the car pulls up to his house. I thank the driver and step out of the car. “You better give him an extra tip.” I say as I struggle to walk up to the house.
Sawyer wraps his arms around me from behind as he unlocks the front door. We shuffle inside, and he kisses down my neck as we walk over toward the bedroom. He turns me around and kisses my mouth when we reach the bed. I fall back down on it, and he climbs on top of me.
He reaches behind me and pulls the zipper down on my dress. I let the straps fall to the side as he kisses his way back down my neck and over my chest. I reach forward and unbutton his dress shirt, and he throws it to the side.
I gently run my fingers down his chest and giggle. “You’re really pretty.”
He pulls my dress down further and kisses on my stomach. “You’re really pretty too.”
I relax back into the bed as his lips continue to travel over me. “Were your parents really pretty too? Or did the mix of the two just miraculously create this masterpiece?”
He grunts a laugh. “I don’t know. I don’t remember them.”
His voice changed when he talked about his parents, so I decide to drop the subject for now. I close my eyes again and focus on the feeling of Sawyer’s lips and hands on my body. My whole body completely relaxes.
“Blake.” I hear. My eyes pop open, and I’m staring back at Sawyer. It takes me a second to understand what’s happening.
He lets out a disbelieving laugh. “Did you just fall asleep on me?”
I squirm and groan. “Don’t stop. It feels nice.”
He laughs again. “I know you are trying to knock my ego down a few notches, but sleeping mid-fuck? Really?”
He lifts my body slightly and throws a t-shirt over my head. When did he leave the bed to grab this? I really must’ve fallen fully asleep. I fall back down and blink a couple times at his smirking face.
“Sorry.” I say, not sounding sorry at all.
He rolls his eyes and lays down next to me, pulling the covers over us both. He pulls me back against his chest and kisses on my shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you make it up to me.”