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“We’ll go over it next week, then,” Sawyer declared as he inserted himself into my calendar.
I nodded. “Next week.”
Sawyer smirked, then finally,finallyturned his attention to Sam, as if seeing him there for the first time. His eyes flicked up and down, sizing him up. Then they returned to me. “Hope you and your boyfriend have a fun weekend.”
I felt my insides crumble.Boyfriend?Sam wasn’t my boyfriend—would the label scare him away? The threat of commitment seemed like the kind of thing that sent boys like Sam running for the hills—
“We will,” Sam chirped. Then, without breaking eye contact with Sawyer, Sam raised my hand to his lips and planted a slow, deliberate kiss on my knuckles.
As his warm lips touched my cold skin, blush bloomed hot on my face.
Sam wasn’t a boy at all; he was aman.
Sawyer smiled serenely. There were lines of laughter on his face, but his eyes stayed cold and sharp. He turned to me and said, “You know PDA’s frowned upon in the Sycamore School District. If your boyfriend’s not careful, he could end up in detention. And we have a zero-tolerance policy nowadays. Meaning, both parties would carry the fault equally,” he joked, tucking his hands in his pockets.
I watched Sam’s gaze flick down to Sawyer’s hands in his pockets, then he squeezed mine. “I’d follow Grace wherever and accept full responsibility for anything that happens. If she’s in detention? I’m there. Honestly, I’m probably the reason. Expulsion? I’ll be there.” Sam smirked. “But then again, I was always aproblemstudent.”
Sam’s tongue danced across the dual syllables of “problem” slowly; deliberately. It was as if he’d plucked Sawyer’s stamp of disapproval from his fingers, licked it, then handed it back.
The wrinkle at the corner of Sawyer’s mouth deepened, but he smiled politely and said “That makes sense. All the interestingpeople were.”
“What, degenerates?”
“Problems,”Sawyer articulated, his lower eyelids tightening just a smidgeon above his polite smile.
“There’s a funny thing about problems. The more attention you give ’em, the more they keep showing up,” Sam quipped.
“I’ll just have to ignore them then,” Sawyer said, then turned to me. “Have a good weekend, Grace. I’ll see you next week for our meeting.”
“What the heck happened in there?” I asked, still stunned as Sam opened the passenger door of his jet black Audi for me.
“I believe, my dear, that is what you call a dick measuring contest.”
Sam slid into the driver’s seat and closed the door with athwack. Then he tilted his head toward me as a shit-eating-grin spread across his face. “…I won, by the way.”
“Yeah, I got that,” I said, running my fingers through my hair. The braid felt too constricting, so I pulled out the hair tie and shook it out. “But… how did you… how did you know what to say?”
Sam tapped his temple. “Can’t shut it off.”
He jabbed the button next to the wheel and the car purred to life. Then he pressed a button on the dash.
Hip hop music with a thick bass pulsed through the cab.
Sam turned the dial down, then handed me his phone with Spotify pulled up. “You drive while I drive.”
“Wha…?”
“Pick music,” he explained as he draped his arm across the back of my seat, turned to look out the back windshield, and backed the car out.
A whiff of his secretive scent flew into my nostrils, and flesh-colored memories flashed before my eyes.
“But… but what about Grayson?” I asked, peering out the window.
“He’s in the rearview mirror,” Sam said. “Notice I’m not looking in it. And you shouldn’t either.”
I lifted my gaze to the rearview mirror with wide eyes.
“I didn’t mean literally.”
