Chapter 5
Zoey
Dinner is filled with tension—at least for me. I can’t focus on the meal. I don’t know what Sawyer is doing to me. Every time I look at him, it feels like I can’t breathe. I can’t think straight, either, and it’s driving me insane. I’m trying to pull myself together, but the more I try to focus on something else, the stronger is the urge to look at him.
I can’t help taking in every detail on his face; the scar through his eyebrow, the bruise on his cheek. That tattoo on his neck—a coiled snake around a... what is that?
Sawyer’s toes brush mine and I jump. He smirks, despite his attention on Aaron as he compliments Mom’s cooking. I stab my salad with more force than necessary and cut him a glare I know he won’t miss. He grins, repeating the action. I pull my foot away.
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