Page 59 of One Night with Number Nineteen

And even though it draws the attention of the rest of the backyard’s occupants, the table and porch full of my friends and acquaintances, I can’t bring myself to care.

For one, they already know that Sawyer and I are…

Well, whatever we are.

For another, hearing him laugh like this?

It heals a part of my soul.

“What’s so funny, Cupcake?” Smitty calls.

Sawyer turns and looks at me, winking again but this time it’s not forced, not fake.

“You had to be there, Smitty,” he calls back. “Ready?”

“For what?”

Those blue eyes blaze as they lock onto mine.

“For this.”

Then he lowers his head…

And he kisses me.

Seventeen

Sawyer

Fuck, she tastes like heaven.

And I want nothing more than to strip her naked and kiss her everywhere.

But…

People.

Including—

“Why’re you kissing my mom, Saw-yur?”

I pull back, chest heaving, barely any blood left in my brain.

Because it’s all in my dick.

Who’s hard now?

Shifting slightly to hide the evidence of that fact, I look down at Ollie. “I like your mom,” I say. “Is that okay?”

I meant it as a flippant question, something light and easy to smooth over a moment I hadn’t planned and could easily go wrong.

But the moment it leaves my lips, my stomach tenses.

Because what if he says no?

Lainey settles her hand on my back. “Honey⁠—”

“Okay,” he says on a shrug then looks back at me. “Wanna play more hockey?”