see where things went.
After only a few minutes of kissing and exploring hands, Sawyer pulled his mouth away from mine and buried his face in my neck. When he sighed and moved off to the side of me, I pulled him in for a tight hug before I let my arm relax. I was able to reach the covers and pulled them up and over us, causing Sawyer to snuggle in closer. Thankfully I could also reach the light with my left hand, and after I had it off, the room was in complete darkness.
“Night, Sawyer.”
“Mmm, night.”
15
Sawyer
I was in trouble. I wasn’t a green-eyed monster normally. In actuality, I couldn’t ever remember being jealous before. Ever. But whoever the cutie that ordered a large, non-fat, sugar-free latte was, he was about to get his ass whupped. But in all fairness, I had to give it to Hudson. He was either completely clueless that the other guy was flirting with him like crazy, or he was ignoring him for some reason.
Either way, I felt the need to go over and stake my claim. And that was something I simply couldn’t understand.
I had a break in customers, and instead of cleaning up like I should be, I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was lunchtime, and Chris should be on his break, so I sent him a quick text.
Me: I’m jealous and I’m not sure I like it.
Dancing dots. Score!
Chris: Huh? Jealous why?
Me: Some cutie is here flirting with Hudson.
I looked up long enough to side-eye them without being too obvious. Cutie had his hand on Hudson’s bicep. Oh hell no.
Me: He’s touching him. What the actual fuck?
Chris: Hudson? Or the cutie? Give me a pic.
I quickly turned my phone and zoomed all the way in and snapped a pic. After attaching it real quick, I sent it to Chris. He’d been here six years. Was it possible he knew who the cutie that was flirting with my guy was?
Chris: That’s Webster. He runs the flower shop the next street over. He’s younger than us. I don’t remember ever seeing or hearing Hudson being involved with him.
Webster? Seriously? Did the guy’s parents hate him or something? The poor guy was named after a dictionary for shit’s sake.
Me: Really? His name is Webster?
Chris: Yeah. He’s the youngest of three. Abner and Henrietta are his older siblings.
I outright stared at the man now. Webster, Abner, and Henrietta? Oh my god. But this was 2020, and who would name their kids those names in the ’90s?
Me: Wow. Okay. Anyway, why is he flirting with my man?
Chris: Not sure. My question is why aren’t you staking claim? Go over and invite yourself to spend the night again.
Chris: Hell, ask him out. You two still haven’t had your first date yet, have you?
I scowled. No, we hadn’t. I was about to march my ass over there to do just that, but the door chimed and I watched as the group that came inside made a beeline for me. Damn.
Me: Gotta go. Customers.
I pocketed my phone and turned my attention to my customers. Four cappuccinos and a latte later, I was finally able to redirect my gaze toward the bookstore. Only Hudson wasn’t there. But neither was Webster. Did that mean Webster had left? Or was he out in the store somewhere?
I cleaned up the mess and prepped the area for the next customer. When there was still no sign of anyone coming into the store, I took a chance and stepped out from behind the counter. There was a sign on the counter next to a bell for customers to ring in case I wasn’t there anyway. Sometimes Hudson was busy in the store and I had to run over to help check out a customer over there, so the sign was a necessity.
We needed more help though. At least one other person that could run between the two. Hudson had hired me to help with the bookstore. Now I was at the coffee counter almost full-time. That completely defeated the entire purpose of hiring me.
“You must really get quite the workout lifting all of these books, Hud,” I heard before I turned the corner and entered the home improvement section. That had to be Webster.
“The boxes can get heavy, yes.”
“Yeah, I’ll bet. You probably don’t have to go to the gym to look like this, do you?”
I covered my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Was he serious?
“I go to the gym