Sawyer made good on his promise. He didn’t leave my side the rest of the night. We danced together, hung out at the bar, sat next to each other during dinner, although that was because of the seating arrangement, but still. He was a perfect date.
We decided to rest after another spin on the dance floor. I’d kicked off my shoes hours earlier, and Sawyer promised not to step on my toes. So far, he’d been successful, even tugging me out of the way of a few other wild dancers when they got too close.
“You never told me why you’re avoiding Noah. What happened?”
Sawyer sipped his beer and studied the crowd. “I’m moving.”
“What?”
He met my gaze. “I’ve been feeling restless for a while. I still love taking pictures, but they’re not the same as they once were. The things I’m photographing now
