Chapter 11
Autumn
I start gathering my things to go and turn to the door as it opens. Holy shit, there he is. Again.
Why does he keep showing up where I am?
Although I know he is hot, and he has remained hot every time I’ve seen him, I somehow lose the ability to speak.
“Hey, Sugar. Did you miss me?” Sawyer crosses the floor in ten steps.
My breath hitches. He must be at least six-foot-two. I forgot how big his presence was. I am not short, but this man towers over me. Sawyer is as wide as he is tall. He is big and rough. The scent of leather and spice is warm and delicious and fills my nose. I want to lick him. Heat floods my neck, and I am getting redder by the second. I have seen him a few times since the accident, but this is the first time I’ve really seen him. There are tattoos peeking out from the top of his shirt. His full black beard is flecked with grey. The unruly hair on his head matches. Subtle wrinkles sit at the corners of his eyes. Coupled with the grey in his hair and beard, I hazard a guess that there is an age gap between us of at least a decade. Folding his arms across his chest, the leather of his jacket creaks and the black shirt that he’s wearing strains against his chest.
I make a mental note to tell my vagina that her and my brain don’t – shouldn’t – want the same thing.
I can’t say anything, so I swallow. Why is there no air? Why can’t I breathe? Why aren’t my legs working? Is it hot in here? Can someone please call the fire department?
FIRE IN MY PANTS!
“Thrown yourself in front of any cars today, Autumn?” Sawyer huffs out the words. The way he says my name makes my heart pound, and I am sure he can tell because I am practically salivating at the sound of his voice.
“No, but I’m sure she’d throw herself in front of you,” Alice chimes back with a small chuckle. I see the corner of his mouth twitch, and my face flushes red to match my neck.
“Goodbye, Sawyer,” I huff out and turn on my heels, leaving the coffee shop.
“Date number three.” He calls after me.
"You wish."
“Holy shit, Autumn. I thought you were going to rip each other’s clothes off and screw each other on the table. You could have cut that tension with a knife – I am turned on and wasn’t even involved.” Alice dramatically fans her face with her hand. I should be pissed off, but I can’t help laughing.
“Fuck off, Ali, you’re not funny. Why would you even say that to him?” I clap my hand over my mouth to stifle a giggle.
“BECAUSE. YOU. NEED. TO. GET. LAID” She shrugs at me.
“You’re not wrong, but why I do I need to get laid by that douchebag?”
“All I’m saying is that you don’t need to like someone to have sex with them.” And like a teenager, Alice makes a ring with her thumb and index finger on one hand and puts her other index finger in and out of the gap.
“You just need to visit Bone Town.”
“Bone Town? How old are you again?” I am howling with laughter at how immature my best friend is.