Page 68 of Waiting For Fate

His thumbs rub lazy little circles around my thighs as he leans back and looks up at me.

I have no idea what to do now. I still want to take things slow…ish, but I can definitely feel how hard his dick is beneath me and wow. But I have no idea how to do…that. I mean, I know how, I don’t live under a rock. I just have zero experience and if he made me come with two of his fingers while sitting down—that’s kind of a hard act to follow.

“Okay! You ready to get some groceries?” And just like that, he eases all my worries and answers my unasked question. He drums on my ass playfully and helps me stand back up.

“Uh, yeah. Let me go change real quick.” I smile, adjusting my shorts that are hanging a little too far to one side.

“I’ll take your coffee out and warm up the truck.” Then he kisses my forehead and walks out the door. Like he’s done this a million times before.

Has he?

Was there someone else he did lazy Sundays with? I mean it’s not like I didn’t miss out on ten whole years of his life. He could have been married and divorced in that time frame. I mean, sure I probably would have heard about it because there’s absolutely no chance Taylor could keep that information to herself, but my intrusive thoughts refuse to acknowledge that.

I glance down at the book on my coffee table and smile. I know Sawyer too well to be worried about any of this. No matter how many times I’ve tried to deny just how well. If I want to know about his past, all I have to do is ask.

I run to my room and throw on a pair of leggings and my favorite high-top sneakers before locking up and heading out to go grocery shopping.

With the guy I’ve loved forever but only been with for a day.

My life makes no sense to me but I’m just gonna roll with it.

“Regular or barbeque?” Sawyer stops in front of the basket and holds up two bags of chips.

“Neither. Sour cream and cheddar.” He places the bags back on the shelf and scans the aisle until he finds the right flavor. “What about you?” I tip my chin at him.

“Barbeque. Duh.”

Some things never change.

The Clark household used to have a family sized bag of BBQ chips on hand at all times, just for him. God help the poor soul that touched that bag without asking—it literally had his name on it.

“What are you laughing about?” He nudges my arm, bending down to rest his elbows on the basket handle next to mine.

“Do you remember when you used to write your name on a family sized bag of chips and you would get so pissed if anyone would eat them without asking?” I laugh.

“Yes, because JJ always left it empty and Tot would only leave crumbs and claim she didn’t eat them all,” he says defensively.

“You always shared with me though.” My eyes narrow on him as a memory resurfaces.

“You were the exception.” He winks at me and gives my ass a slap before taking my list from me. I stop him before he gets too far down the aisle.

“Hey Sawyer?”

“Yes, Dove.”

“Was there ever anyone else? That you did this kind of stuff with?” I’d like to say my nerves are settled as I ask him this in the middle of the grocery store, but that would be a big fat lie.

“Do what? Grocery shopping?” I let out a small laugh because I can tell how serious he is in asking that.

“No. Boring Sundays. You seem… I don’t know. Too good at it for it to be your first time?” He lets out a laugh now, and I feel completely ridiculous for even bringing it up.

“While I like the idea that you think I’m experienced,” he says with a wink. “No, I’ve never done the lazy, boring Sundays with anyone before.”

“Then why does it seem so natural? The way you can shift from…” I lower my voice and step closer to him. “From what we did on the couch to telling me you’re gonna warm up the truck and have my coffee waiting for me?”

“Because it is natural to me.” I can feel the confusion written all over my face and he takes a deep breath, taking my hand in his. “You’re still my best friend, Dove. Being with you has always felt easy to me.”

“So boring Sundays are special? Just for us?” I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck.

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