Page 50 of Sparks Fly

Sawyer: Someone’s been drinking.

I smiled as warmth curled low in my stomach.

Me: Maybe.

Me: But I really need your mouth on me. Your hands. All of it.

Me: I want you to fuck me, Sawyer.

I hit send before I could soften the words.

Three dots appeared.

Sawyer: Jesus.

Sawyer: I was going to say sweet dreams but now I’m sweating.

Sawyer: You sure you don’t want me to come over?

I tipped my head back and closed my eyes while my body hummed with equal parts alcohol and anticipation.

Me: You’re dangerous.

Sawyer: I’m literally sitting still.

Sawyer: You’re the one sexting like a menace.

A low laugh slipped out of me.

Me: Maybe I like you flustered.

Me: I want a sleepover again soon.

This pause lasted longer and doubt flickered briefly through my chest before the next message appeared.

Sawyer: Deal.

Sawyer: But next time we’re not sleeping on the couch.

Sawyer: I want you under me.

My breath caught as heat pooled low and steady.

Me: Good.

Me: Because I want to be under you.

Another pause followed.

Sawyer: Go to sleep.

Sawyer: Before I break traffic laws to get to you.

Sawyer: And Addie?

My pulse skipped.

Me: Yeah?