Page 90 of His Reckoning

My heart is beating way too fast for this conversation.

“You’re arrogant.”

Sawyer’s hand shifts slightly against the glass beside my head. The movement sends a small rush of nerves down my spine.

“You’re blocked,” he says quietly. “And somehow, I get through anyway.”

“That’s not how writing works.”

“Then explain what’s happened since you moved in”

I open my mouth and close it again. The annoying part is that he’s not entirely wrong.

Sawyer notices the hesitation immediately. “Exactly.”

“You’re enjoying this.”

“A little.”

“That’s insufferable.”

He shrugs slightly. “Here’s a solution.”

I narrow my eyes. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“Stop pretending the tension between us isn’t useful.”

My stomach flips again. “That’s a terrible pitch.”

“I disagree.”

Sawyer’s voice drops slightly. “We both know this isn’t random anymore.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.”

He studies my face for a moment before continuing, “You’re stuck creatively.”

“I’m fine.”

“And every time something happens between us, you suddenly start writing again.”

“That’s coincidence.”

“It’s inspiration.”

My ability to think rationally is deteriorating rapidly. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

Sawyer straightens slightly. Just enough space for me to breathe, but not enough to escape the moment.

“An agreement.”

My eyebrows lift. “That sounds ominous.”

“Clear boundaries.”

He meets my eyes. “Sex.” The word lands quietly between us. “No expectations. No emotional complications. Just”—he gestures slightly between us— “this.”