Chapter 3
Sawyer
My heart clenched at the sight of Preston. I’d gotten out of the water with the intention to splash him or throw my wet body on top of him, but seeing him like this stopped me. Sprawled out on the blanket under a bright green umbrella, he looked so relaxed. With one hand on his sternum and the other flung to the side, there was no sign of the stress he’d been carrying around for months. Even the troubled line over his nose was absent; it hadn’t been for a long time, even in sleep.
So instead of joking around, I toweled off and lay next to him. Close enough to inhale the scent of sun-warmed skin and coconut from the SPF, and to hear the cute humming noises he made on every exhale.
Close enough to touch. Softly, I laid my hand on his belly and ran my fingers through his
