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"Zip it, roomie I’ll see you later"
"By later, you mean tomorrow?"
"I sure as hell hope so"
Twenty-Six
Sawyer is waiting for ainst the ith the mailboxes, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed while he surveys the hustle and bustle in the lobby Based on his expression I’d say he’s a on the sofas, tossing a basketball between the for students to meet theuirls who are eyeing the fuck out of him
I see him before he seesHe’s changed since I saw hione, replaced with faded denirey v-neck sweater, the collar of a white button-down shirt appearing underneath His dark hair is tousled, as if he showered after work and just ran his hands through it while it dried I cannot wait to get my hands on that hair I know it must be as thick as it looks, and I’m a bit fascinated with the barely-there wave It’ll definitely be so and his eyes do a slow trail down ain "You pick up all your dates here?" I quip
He exhales slowly and shakes his head "I didn’t think there was a woe dor you, Boots"
Well, hell, I don’t have a reply for that I stare in his eyes for a ely inti I really like having their attention on me
He helps me into my coat and we head out As he holds the car door for , and it’s nice Not planning the date is fan-freaking-tastic I don’t have to think about it I don’t have to ask hiood ti pursued versus doing the pursuing Unless he’s about to take me to a strip club
We make it as far as 5th Street, which isn’t far at all, when I reled him today And that I know too much Like his middle name (Thomas) and his birthday (January twenty-seventh) and his net worth (a lot) All stuff I should not yet know It’s probably noup on ht be the billions part that et in ood day at work
"The afternoon was pretty tedious I had to sit through ahard-on"
"Sorry," Ion here, Boots? No snappy retort froht by the hospital An ah the car
"Nothing is going on" I shake led
"Um, yeah"
"Don’t do that Don’t act differently"
"Is that why you like me? No one else will call you an asshole to your face?"
"It’s a struggle, Boots, a real struggle to find that kind of honesty I cry into my thousand-thread-count custoet Siri to call me an asshole, but it’s hard to take a phone seriously, you know? She lacks the acrimony"