Page 87 of Break My Heart
‘C’mon,’ Sawyer says, pulling me toward the dance floor. ‘Let’s get some people out here.’
‘How? What are we doing?’
‘Dancing. If we start, other people will join in.’
‘But everyone will see us. Are you sure you’re ready for that?’
‘If I wasn’t, we wouldn’t be here.’ He takes my hand as his arm goes around my waist.
‘Everyone’s staring,’ I whisper as he leads us around the dance area.
‘Yeah? So?’
‘I’m not a good dancer.’
‘Then good thing you have a good partner.’
Heisgood, at least compared to me. I’m a terrible dancer.
Nick and Lyndsay join us, then Sawyer’s parents. Soon the whole dance floor is full.
We spend the rest of the night dancing, eating, and hanging out with Sawyer’s family. It’s probably good I’m here instead of at G’s. If I were there, I’d just be worrying about my lack of customers.
Around midnight, we go back to Sawyer’s apartment. We have to pass through the brewery to get there and I can’t help but feel some defeat when I see all the people. Maybe it’s only like this because of the festival. When the tourists leave town, Sawyer and I will be back to a level playing field, both of us competing for the locals.
* * *
The next morning, my alarm goes off at six. I set it last night because I wanted to get up early and not be tempted to sleep in. But it’s hard to get up when the room is chilly and I’m comfy and warm in Sawyer’s arms.
‘What time is it?’ he asks, yawning.
‘Six. I need to get going.’
‘Why? It’s Saturday.’
‘I have to work. The hard cider competition is only a week away.’
‘It’s too late to start a new cider. It wouldn’t have time to ferment.’ He pulls me against his chest. ‘C’mon, just a couple more hours. Then we’ll go to my parents’ house for breakfast. My mom invited the whole family.’
‘I’m not family,’ I say, but I like the idea of that. I’d love to be part of Sawyer’s family, but that would mean marrying him and I don’t see that happening.
‘They treat you like family.’ Sawyer pulls me closer and kisses my head. ‘My parents love you. They think you’re good for me. My brothers do too.’
I look up at him. ‘Why am I good for you?’
‘Because you drive me crazy.’
‘And that’s a good thing?’
‘It is when it makes me work harder.’
‘I don’t get it.’
‘When you do stuff better than me, it makes me work harder so I can beat you. I can’t stand losing. It pisses me off.’
‘I don’t like losing either.’
‘That’s why we’re good together. We help each other be our best.’ He kisses me as his hand slides up my thigh.
