The Truth… I 51A

“What do you want?”

Moving closer to her bed, Sawyer chuckled, very well aware of her glare his presence brought on. “Tyson is asleep.”

“So?” A shiver ran down her spine at the split second thought of a kiss. She kept her glare. More maybe.

“Please stop glaring at me.”

“How else am I supposed to express my anger? Should I hit you?” She raised a brow. Ugh! He’s still doing it!

“We should talk Vi. I don’t want things to be awkward between us in less than twenty four hours.” He repeated her words to her.

She smiled remembering she said that once and couldn’t help chuckling at the fact that he remembers. How nice. It was so insignificant. Or at least it should have been. How sweet. “Okay.”

He looked down. “I shouldn’t have insisted you tell me.” Back up to her. “I’m really sorry.”

“That’s not going to change anything.”