I dressed and redid my bun slowly between Sawyer's languid, searing kisses. It was the perfect way to keep stalling the inevitable trip to the graveyard. The thought of going there again after what had happened last night threatened to eat up my courage and rot out my confidence in myself. I couldn't let it, though. I refused to let it.
"We can't come with you tonight," Sawyer said, his eyes alight with desire once again as he cupped my face in his large hands. "Demons repel us, but we'll be there in spirit with the things you'll find on the kitchen table."
I frowned. "Pie and coffee?"
"Those things and other things." He kissed me again, almost to the point of senselessness. "I need a quick shower before I start my next shift on the phone."
"You'll think of me during your shower?"
