Fairy Tales and Cappuccinos (Everyday Love #1) - Taylor Rylan Page 0,51
that frequently called me. I smiled when I saw Sawyer’s name and picture on the screen.
“Hey there. Everything okay?”
“Hi, yourself. I’m okay. You busy?”
I looked longingly toward the bathroom and what I knew was now a steaming shower. “No. Let me go shut off the shower though.”
“Did I interrupt?” Sawyer asked.
“No. I was just about to climb in though. Ford just left a few minutes ago. Oh, yeah, he’s going to want to talk to you about his garage, I think. And maybe marketing and stuff like that,” I said, giving him a heads-up.
“Okay. Go take your shower. I’ll talk to you later. As in tomorrow.”
“You sure?” I really wanted a shower. I was tired and my shoulders were sore. I wanted to stand under the spray and let the massaging head beat down on my shoulders and back for a while.
“Absolutely. I’ll talk to you soon. Enjoy your shower.”
“I’ll talk to you when I get out, all right?” I said, telling myself that I would call him. I knew I was going to be tired, but I hadn’t really had a whole lot of time to spend with Sawyer since Thanksgiving. And we weren’t alone then. It wasn’t a requirement that I was always naked with Sawyer, but we were still a very new couple, and the lust was definitely running rampant between us.
“Sounds good. I’ll be here.”
“Okay. Talk to you in a bit. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I tossed the phone on the bed and hurried back into the bathroom. It was definitely steamy, so I turned on the exhaust fan and climbed in, turning the water from all hot to on the warm side of the temperature setting.
I did as I’d promised myself; I enjoyed the hot, pulsing water and let it beat down on my neck, shoulders, and back.
By the time I finished and dried off, I was quite relaxed and ready to go to sleep. I pulled on a pair of sweats before I sat on the side of the bed. I retrieved the phone and was going to give Sawyer a call when I saw he had left a text.
Sexy BF: I’m downstairs in the Jeep. Can we talk?
Shit. That wasn’t good. It was never good when your new boyfriend showed up late at night and asked to talk. Fuck.
I tossed the phone on the nightstand and left the bedroom. A quick trip down the stairs, and then I was standing in front of the door that led outside. I unlocked it and pulled it open, poking my head out. Sure enough, Sawyer’s black Jeep was sitting there. He had to have been watching for me because immediately he turned it off and climbed out. When he rounded the front, I saw him holding a bag. Okay, so maybe not breaking things off.
“Hey. Can I come in?” Sawyer asked when he reached me.
“I wouldn’t be out here if I didn’t want you in here. Come on in.”
Sawyer came inside, and I shivered at the cold breeze that accompanied him. We climbed the stairs in silence, and when we got to the apartment upstairs, I realized that he was wearing something very similar to what I was. Sweats. Only he had on shoes and a coat.
“I’ll admit, I’m worried, Sawyer. Are you okay?” I asked. He was toeing off his shoes. I discovered he was sans socks, and now I was curious if he was wearing anything under his coat. He was. I saw a T-shirt underneath when he unzipped his coat and then hung it on a hook beside mine.
“I didn’t mean to worry you. I’m fine. I’m feeling good. The pain in my stomach is almost completely gone now. Really it’s only noticeable when I don’t eat often enough or if I eat something high in acid.”
I took Sawyer’s hand and led him to the bedroom. I had to make the assumption that he’d come to spend the night. He had a bag with him and it was half past eleven, and sure, I wasn’t old, but I needed to be up by seven to be ready to open the store at eight. I’d put my foot down and wouldn’t open earlier, even with the holidays here.
“Okay, what gives? I thought you asking to talk meant you were coming to say you either didn’t want to see me anymore or you were going back to Breckenridge and still didn’t want to see me. Either way, I saw myself getting dumped.”