Sawyer knew that Elizabeth did still care about her mother, but he also knew that pressuring her to accept an apology or speak to her again before she was ready would not work. He couldn’t help feeling like it was a shame when he hadn’t known his own mother and his father had been so uncaring, but it was not worth causing an argument over.
“We should go out,” he suggested, hoping his tone was casual and spontaneous even though he had been planning on taking her out all day.
She laughed and wrapped her arms around him where they were sat together on the bed, burying her face into his neck to appreciate the way he smelled of aftershave in a way that he found far more appealing than he let her know. The way he tilted his head just a little so she could kiss the exposed skin more readily gav
