“That was sweet of you to say.”
Sawyer sounded sceptical. He was looking at Elizabeth and he was obviously not convinced that she had been being genuine.
“You think I had some ulterior motive?”
He rested his hand on her lower back and leaned down to kiss her. It didn’t answer the question directly, but he would have spoken plainly if the answer was no.
She didn’t care why he had kissed her - it finally gave her the taste of whiskey still faint on his lips that she had been craving since she imagined it, and it was heavenly.
He let her go but she grabbed his wrists to pull him back, because kissing him again was the only thing that would slake her thirst.
“You taste like whiskey.”
He smiled at her comment. He had known what she was thinking before – her kitschy comparison of him to
