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“Yeah, the night y’all had sex for the first time. You made a whole plan to seduce him.”

I shake my head and pinch my eyes closed. “Well, did it work?”

“Um, yes.” She laughs. “Have you seen yourself? You could have taken him to bed just by looking in his direction.”

“Stop it,” I beg her as my cheeks burn and she laughs again.

“Is Sawyer late?”

I glance up at the clock. “Yeah. He said he’d get home ten minutes ago.”

“Want me to kick his ass?” she asks, sounding almost eager and I laugh as I shake my head.

“No. I’m just nervous.”

“I bet,” she replies, a hint of tease in her voice. “I would be, too, if I was waiting on another life changing kiss.”

Groaning, I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I never should have told you that.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I only have a minor case of jealousy.”

“Maybe you should think about getting back out there,” I suggest and I swear, I can feel her shudder through the phone.

“I think not. Not right now, at least. I have way too much work to do to deal with a man.”

“Mmhmm,” I hum as a noise by the front door catches my attention and I sit up straight. “Oh, shit. I think he’s here.”

“Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“You realize that doesn’t take much off the table, right?”

“Yeah,” she answers. “Sounds like a fun night.”

Laughing, I say good-bye to her and promise to call her tomorrow before setting my phone down just as the door swings open and Sawyer stumbles into the house. His gait is uneven and he smashes his knee into his couch, hissing a string of cuss words. Jesus Christ, is he drunk? Glancing up, he stops and blinks bloodshot eyes at me before examining the table. His eyebrows shoot up.

“Oh, what’s this?” he slurs, a goofy smile stretching across his face as he stumbles further into the room and almost trips over a rug. I bolt up from my chair and meet him in the living room, wrapping my arm around his waist to keep him from falling. He hums and buries his nose in my hair. “You smell good.”

“I cooked us some dinner,” I prompt, pointing to the table and his smile grows. He looks down at me with a look that makes me feel all warm and gooey inside.

“You’re amazing.”

“And you’re drunk,” I say, my eyes burning from the smell of alcohol wafting off of him. “You didn’t drive, did you?”

“Nope. Uber.”

I nod in approval as I guide him to a chair and push his big body into it. He lands with a thud and grabs my arm, pulling me into his lap before I can stop him.

“Sawyer!”

He grins. “I really like the way you say my name. Do it again.”

“Sawyer,” I say, smiling as I relax into his arms. “We should get some food in you.”

“No. Don’t leave me. I like you right here,” he says, his grip on me tightening and I nod as I reach up to cup his cheek.

“You always come home three sheets to the wind?”

He shakes his head. “Only on really bad days.”