Page 29 of Heartsmashed
His throat worked as he swallowed, and then he said a little too casually, “So, um. You ever think about going back to this? Because you could charge an insane amount of money.”
I didn’t want to lie to Sawyer, but I had to navigate around his assumptions if this wasn’t going to explode in my face.
“Maybe,” I said vaguely.
“You should. I mean it. This is life changing.”
“High praise.”
“Earned praise,” he said, glancing at me over his shoulder. His eyes were a little dazed—not glassy from alcohol but from the effect my hands were having on him—but they were still able to hold mine. “Seriously, Beckett. You’re…you’re kind of incredible.”
I stilled, not responding right away as we stared at each other. The line was there, just begging to be crossed, and I couldn’t say I wasn’t thinking about it.
But no. I couldn’t do that.
“Try it now,” I said, pulling back from him.
Sawyer sat up and rolled his shoulders cautiously, then blinked. “Holy shit. That actually does feel better.”
“Good.”
“Wow.” He turned to face me fully, his proximity—and his bare chest—suddenly a hell of a lot more noticeable without the distraction of what I’d been doing. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
A beat passed. Then another. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and for a heartbeat I thought he’d lean in. If he did, I knew I wouldn’t stop him.
I should. But I wouldn’t.
But then Sawyer looked away suddenly, dragging a hand through his hair and breaking the moment. “So. Logistics question.”
“Go on.”
He inclined his head at the bed. “We’ve got a situation.”
“One bed.”
“Right. I feel like I should offer to be a gentleman and take the couch.”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea,” I said, and when his eyes heated slightly, I pointed out, “for your shoulder.”
“Oh. Well…maybe the floor, then?—”
“No.”
He arched a brow. “No?”
“No.”
“That’s very bossy of you.”
“I’m a bossy guy.”
He stared at me for a second, and then grinned and shook his head. “Well, I’m not makingyousleep on the floor, so?—”
“Neither of us is sleeping on the floor. Or the couch.”
Sawyer glanced at the bed again, then back at me before biting his lip. “Right, okay. It’s a big bed. We can…share.”
