Chapter Eighteen
Sunlight poured in through the window and an arm held me tightly while a leg had me pinned to the bed. Sawyer had snuggled up against my back at some point last night. I’d eaten the cheeseburger he’d ordered me and a few bites of chocolate cake before curling up as far away from his side of the bed as possible and falling asleep instantly. I was still on my side but Sawyer was pressed up against me. He was holding onto me like some sort of lifeline.
I reached up to move his arm so I could get up and go use the bathroom.
“Don’t. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer,” he mumbled into my hair.
“You’re awake,” I replied
“Mmmmhmmm and I’m enjoying myself. Please, just a little bit longer.”
I smiled for the first time since the Ashton incident.
“You can still enjoy yourself without me,” I teased.
He froze for a second before snuggling even closer to me and moving his hand so that his palm covered my bare stomach where my tank top had inched up in my sleep.
“I can’t enjoy it without you. You’re what I’m enjoying,” he whispered in a deep sleepy voice as he took a small nip at my earlobe.
“Ah,” I squealed and he chuckled, sending chill bumps over my arms from the warmth of his breath tickling my ear and neck.
“I missed you so much,” he replied in a more serious tone.
I didn’t need to point out I’d been with him for three days. I knew what he meant. Mentally and emotionally, I’d been checked out yesterday. My chest didn’t ache this morning and I could breathe deeply again. Maybe it was the fact Sawyer’s big arms were wrapped around me giving me a false sense of safety.
“Can I go to the restroom, please?” I asked, tickling his arm with my nails.
“Will you promise to come back?”
I had planned on jumping in the shower again and getting ready. However, as much as I hated to admit it, I’d missed him too.
“Yes, if that’s what you want.”
“I want,” he murmured in my ear and pressed a soft kiss to my temple.
Sawyer
“Bring the small bottle of mouthwash with you,” I called out when I heard the bathroom door open.
Lana walked around the bed and handed me the bottle of mouthwash. “Here ya go.”
I opened it and took a swig. Then swished it around some before swallowing it.
“You did not just swallow that!”
Grinning, I reached up, grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her down on top of me.
“I believe I did. I probably need mouth to mouth to save me from the poisoning,” I teased leaning up and taking a nip at her bottom lip.
“Mouth to mouth won’t save you from poisoning. You need your stomach pumped,” she informed me as she pressed a kiss to the side of my mouth.
“Hmmmm... well that sounds like a lot of work. I’ll think about it later.” I slipped my hands into her messy curls and brought her mouth down to mine. Just as she opened her mouth to let me inside, Lana’s phone started singing.
She pulled back from the kiss. I needed this kiss. I needed reassurance I hadn’t lost this... whatever it was we had between us. “Don’t answer it,” I begged, reaching up to kiss her chin. Laughing softly she curled back into my arms and let me get a taste of her minty toothpaste flavored mouth. But the minute the ringing stopped it started up again. Lana lifted her head and glanced over at her phone with a frown. I fought the urge to grab the phone and throw it against the wall to shut it up.
“It might be an emergency,” she said and I loosened my hold on her and let her crawl off me and check her phone. The tense expression that came over her face had me sitting up and checking to see who was bothering her. Because it obviously wasn’t a welcome call.
Mom - flashed across the screen.