“Francesca was reading my thoughts before, wasn’t she?”
It was a rhetorical question, and one they both knew the answer to.
“Did it bother you?”
“It just felt weird. With you it feels a lot less intrusive, and I didn’t think she could do that as well as you anyway.”
“She can’t, she was trying really hard because she thought maybe she’d figure something out that could help. She definitely regretted it, though,” Sawyer slid his hands down to her hips, pulling her closer to him, “those thoughts were definitely not meant for anyone but me.”
She kissed him but sounded a little upset when she responded.
“Actually, they weren’t meant for anyone but me.”
“I’m sorry. I was trying to help because I saw you struggling and then I couldn’t block it out that you were thinking about what happened
