Elizabeth moved her hand up, sliding it under the bottom of Sawyer’s shirt and running her fingers gently up his body, “I haven’t decided what I want yet.”
“You know we don’t have the time to play games like this. I thought you understood that when we spoke last night.” She squirmed free of his grasp, removing her hand from his shirt, and saw the look of disappointment palpable in his eyes. “Are you messing with me like this to punish me for what I said?” She ignored his question and went over to the door. “Elizabeth, please talk to me about this like an adult.”
She locked the door with a satisfying click, then turned back around to find him sat on the edge of the bed, resigned to the fact they still had more to talk about.
“I’m not trying to punish you; that wouldn’t achieve anything b
