Chapter 2
Sawyer
Fuck. That hurt like hell. Letting Zoey go, seeing the devastation she tried so desperately to hide, it makes me feel like the worst asshole ever. I dreaded coming here. For a moment, I toyed with the plan to spend the holidays with an old flame, or even go back to Georgia with my folks. Anything to keep from seeing the sorrow in Zoey’s eyes when I told her the news. But I succumbed to my need to see her, if even from across the table during dinner.
A part of me wanted to keep f*****g around. I wanted to get her alone, to talk to her, to kiss her like I’ve been craving, to sneak into her room and fulfill those filthy fantasies I’d been having since we parted ways. But seeing her, witnessing her emotions, I realize she can’t handle a fling. She’s going to fall. Hard. And
