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We stop talking

Trey pulls the truck into the school parking lot "Jules, I think you should drive Sawyer hootti’s back parking lot on ive you two a little chance todowhatever it is you do when you’re alone"

Sawyer doesn’t argue, and he and I get out I wave ain

We stand face-to-face in the war around us es and looks away "Dammit"

"What is it?" I ask

He doesn’t look atin your eyes"

It makes my stomach hurt I close my eyes, reach up to touch his face, turn his chin back toward me "Better?"

I feel his breath on my face a split second before his lips touch hin a low moan Sawyer sucks in a breath and kissesaround ainst the car door and he presses against ers explore his chest inside his jacket and he flinches once, just barely, just enough to reht I lightenhi I could pull his entire body intoI could fix him

His lips find ht I reach up and slide h his hair, whisper his name in his ear His hot breath rakes over ers tre downthe hollow of entler, and we’re breathing hard

Sawyer reaches around me for the handle of the door to the backseat, fuo "No," he says like he’s repriain And then he lets the breath go, his cheek against h in my ear "Jules Deainst his earlobe "I know," I say

Truth is, he scares the hell out of me, too

Thirty-One

Saturday dawns clear, sunny, and unseasonably war out of ti I can do I have no job for the first Saturday in years and I don’t kno to occupy my time I hawk over the weather report, put ontree buds and pining for Sawyer, closing h puddles in the ele the et when he touches oes there, reality slams me in the face and I remember all the shit we’re in