. Sawyer stepped closer to Elizabeth, and her heart raced. She wasn't entirely sure what he was thinking.
He brushed her hair from her face and leaned down to kiss her softly with his hand resting gently on her hip.
"I would say I didn't think someone like you would make me happy, but that isn't true; I didn't think anybody would make me happy."
"Are you really happy now?" she asked, almost innocently.
"Is there a reason you think I shouldn't be?"
She sighed, and shook her head.
"Not exactly. Jonas said something and it got to me, I guess."
"I can guarantee that my sister was behind whatever he said to you, and I promise you that I will tell you if I'm ever unhappy here…I hope he didn't make you think I'm desperate to leave?" he asked, concerned.
"No… no, he didn't. I just…"
