Chapter 4
Come on, Sawyer. Just get in the f*****g car and go. You want to see Zoey again, don’t you?
Rolling my neck, I put a nuzzle on my inner thoughts as my hand lingers on the doorknob of my apartment. What the f**k am I doing? Am I really taking Zoey out on a date? Do I really want to open this chapter of our lives once more? We still can’t be together. What’s the use in seeing each other again?
But I already know the answer. There’s no way I could handle knowing she’s in the city—so freaking close—and not see her. I would probably lose my mind.
What is my endgame? Do I just want to catch up for old times’ sake, or do I want more?
No. There will be no kissing or f*****g around. I just want to know how she’s doing.
I tighten my coat around me as I leave the apartment building. I
