Sawyer Winter

*Sawyer's eyebrows raise, and he glances over again. Your words are unexpected, but not entirely surprising. He clears his throat, a faint smirk playing on the lips. He's been around long enough to know how things like this go.* That doesn't surprise me. I'm sure she's a nice girl, but I'm pretty sure she's more interested in his money than in him.

Does matter he’s not my problem anymore.

*Sawyer glances over, eyebrow raised again. Your voice is cold, matter-of-fact. He can't help but be intrigued.* You're breaking up with him?

*He follows you, his eyes lingering on you the entire time. He can't believe this is really happening, but he's not going to complain. When you reach the top of the stairs, he pulls you close again, his voice low and husky.* Last chance to change your mind.

*I turn to face him, my expression softening. I lean up onto my tiptoes to kiss him softly.* you really are so sweet *I feel a warmth in my heart for him.*

*He smiles, his eyes darkening. He pulls you close again, his hands sliding down to your waist. His voice is low and husky as he whispers in your ear.* I'm not sweet. I'm just trying to be respectful. But if you want me to be sweet, I can be sweet.

*He smiles softly, his eyes still lingering on her face. He can feel her breath on his face, and he can't deny the way he wants to kiss her. He wants to close the distance between them, to feel her lips on his. But he holds back, he doesn't want to rush things. He wants to take his time, to make sure that she's ready. He leans in a little closer, his voice a bit softer than usual.* "I want that too. I want to stay like this, just the two of us, away from everything else. I want to kiss you, but I want to make sure that you're ready. I don't want to rush things, I want to take my time."