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Chapter One

Sawyer

With a frustrated sigh, I blew out a breath and glanced at the clock One o’clock in the fucking ht of restless sleep It had been like this since the week after Thanksgiving—the week that changed led around ain Kurt Hendrix had ruinedhim near was heaven and hell wrapped up in one tall, blue-eyed, se

The ticking of the second clock Kurt gave roaned Kurt’s face was everywhere in , walls, bedspread, the clock face, even my furniture When I cas withhim surround me like this, all the time, was almost unbearable

Well, two can play at that game

Tonight, before bed, I snuck into Kurt’s room and spritzed my body spray on his pillows In LA, he’d mentioned multiple times how the scent drove him crazy I kneas childish, but I couldn’t help it

I hope he’s as ht now

I flicked off the light and dropped ainst the pillow The time we’d spent away from each other at Christmas had not helped In fact, we’d talked several tinets When I was near hi the sparks to almost be palpable

But…Kurt and I were stuck in a pattern And it wasn’t healthy for either of us

We flirted

We played practical jokes

We fought

He distanced himself

Yet, I knew he cared for me I could feel it And I was crazy about hi had happened He’d let down his defenses—he’d let me in Noere back to square one…except now I knehat it felt like to be in his arms and feel his walls disappear It was perfection

I heard the door across the hall creak open I lay still and waited

“Merry Christure outside Kurt’s door screeched

“Motherfucker!” Kurt yelled There was so noise “Ouch! Sawyer! Christmas is over, for shit’s sake”

I covered led Kurt had apparently found the motion-activated Rudolph in the hallway

My door flew open, and I bolted upright as Kurt flipped on the light “What in the hell is out there with those deone by now” Kurt was aggravated, raking his fingers through his coal-black hair He pinned me with his stare “That was not there when I went to bed”

I gave hiloat when I’d been clearly winning the battle lately “I found Rudolph at Goodwill today He was only five dollars An after-Christain, if you ask me”