“I guess...” Again, I try to rise, but he stops me again. His hand lingers this time around, leaving me to break the connection. I gently twist my wrist from his hold. “Goodnight, Sawyer.”
“Don’t leave on my account.”
“I’m not.”
“Then stay.”
Oh, f**k his gorgeous eyes. Screw the way they make me feel.
“I have... stuff to do upstairs.”
He relaxes against the couch with a smirk. “Do you really? Or are you afraid of what your brother would say if he saw us together?”
“Stepbrother.”
“You didn’t answer my question. Is your brother an over-protective asshole, or what?”
I won’t take his bait. He and Asher are friends, which means anything I say will go right back to him. “Well, I mean Asher is only looking out for me.”
“Don’t be nice just because you’re afraid I’m going to tell that ass
