Chapter 4
Sawyer
All of lunch, Zoey is easy going, relaxed, cute. She’s completely at ease, like what we did earlier meant nothing at all. She even takes the wine her mom sneaks her without hesitation. As much as I love her smile, she doesn’t give it to me.
Whenever I talk, she looks down, takes a drink, distances herself from me. Something’s wrong. With us. She’s open and friendly with the others, but cool with me. I thought we had taken a step forward but it seems I’m the only one.
I try teasing her on the ride back home, stroking her arm. She pulls it away and shakes her head. “Not in the mood.”
“What happened, Kitten?” I say. “Don’t want to repeat what we did earlier or take me up on that strip poker game?”
“I’m not going to beg.” She huffs. “Not anyone and not you.”
“Okay. I’m
