Page 91 of Waiting For Fate

“You’re not?” He raises a brow at me.

“I may have texted last night to let them know I would be taking today off.” He smiles at me in a way that sends my heart fluttering.

“And when did you do that, exactly? Because if I remember correctly, you were pretty occupied most of the night.” He wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face in my neck, causing goosebumps to immediately cover my skin.

“I did it on the way here,” I giggle. He rears back and looks at me. No playful remarks made about me calling into work because I was getting laid the night before. He just—looks at me.

In one swift motion, he pulls me onto his lap and begins planting kisses all along my neck as my fingers tangle in his hair. One small rotation of my hips and he would slide into me with ease.

“What do you want to do today, Dove?” He rubs his hands along my back lazily, and I would be fine with doing this all day.

“Well, if I don’t have coffee in the next ten minutes, you’re not going to like me very much.”

“Coffee, got it. Let’s go.” He reaches up and kisses me before pulling me up and planting my feet on the ground. He pulls on a pair of black sweatpants and runs his fingers through his hair before putting his old Yankees cap on backwards. Then hands me his Badgers hoodie.

“There are hair ties and some clips as well as a new toothbrush in the bathroom drawer.” I raise a brow at him as I slide the hoodie over my head—that fits me like a dress.

“You know, I thought the curl specific shampoo and conditioner were a coincidence but…” I trail off, hoping he’ll inform me why his bathroom is stocked with items he clearly doesn’t need.

“I bought stuff for you to have here.” He shrugs. My mouth pops open but no words come out for a solid ten seconds.

“Why?”

Genius question, Leah.

He smirks at me and walks over to wrap his hands around my waist.

“Because when you finally said yes to giving us a chance, I knew we would end up here one day and I wanted you to have everything you’d need.”

“You’re the most thoughtful person I know, Sawyer Clark.” I smile up at him.

“Only for you, Dove.” He kisses me once more then squeezes my ass. “You want a quick tour before breakfast?”

“Um, absolutely I do.”

After wetting my hair to tame some of the frizz—because oh my god—I throw it haphazardly into a claw clip then we walk around the farmhouse style mansion Sawyer lives in.

There’s about six other bedrooms not counting his, one with all his hockey memorabilia, a few that are actually guest rooms, then there’s the last room that’s been completely transformed into what can only be described as a mini library. There are bookshelves on every wall—some full, some with only a few books, and some still completely bare—with the most heavenly looking reading chair tucked into the corner next to the floor to ceiling windows that face the expansive backyard.

“This is probably my favorite room.” I stare out the window as he walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“Well, I should hope so, it was made for you.” I turn around and see a boyish smile on his face.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, Dove. You think I would buy claw clips and shampoo for you, but not have a room designated just for your books?”

“I— I honestly don’t know what to expect from you anymore. You surprise me at every turn.”

“Good,” he whispers against my lips, pressing his gently to mine before standing back to his full height. “Why don’t you spend some time with the books, and I know you want to try out the reading chair. Then come down when you’re ready.” I can’t help but smile at how well he knows me, and I nod in agreement. I see every single one of Laura’s books lining one of the shelves and pick up Always Mine, flipping through to read over some of my favorite scenes, until I smell coffee brewing and abandon the books to join Sawyer in the kitchen.

When I walk in, I see Sawyer spreading something onto a bagel and my stomach begins growling. I’m not sure which thing is turning me on more though, seeing Sawyer making us breakfast, or the smell of the coffee.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

Hello, butterflies.

“Hey handsome.” I saunter over to him and wrap my arms around his waist as he continues plating our food.

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