Taming Sawyer (editing)

Chapter 38

Peyton's POV
I sat on the couch in silence till her got back thirty minutes later. I ran to the door when heard him knock his signature knock, the clap in the friends theme song. How could he be so calm? He lied to me. Well I lied to him to but I didn't get caught. I mentally slapped myself and opened the door to only see him smiling.

"These are for you," a hand that I just noticed was behind his back was now in front of me with a bouquet of purple Azaleas. My favorite. "They're fake of course. But that just means you get to keep them forever," he handed them to me with a kiss on my cheek.

I gave him a confused smile in return, "Thank you, but for what occasion is this for?"

Guilty for lying maybe?

"I felt bad for leaving you so abruptly. So I went to the store on my way back just to pick you up some flowers, and..." he stuffed his hand in his pocket to pull something out. "Your favorite snack! Pizza Combos," he gave me another charming smile and kiss. But this time on the lips.

I was becoming more and more guilty and suspicious at the same time. I can't help but think of what they told him. Is it the same thing they told me?

"There has to be more to all this nice gestures act," I pulled him inside by his shirt collar and led him into the kitchen. Once I reached my destination, I pushed him against the island and and blocked him in between my arms. "Tell me what's happening,"

"Can a guy be nice to his girlfriend without being interrogated?" He's laughing it off.

He stopped instantly once he saw I wasn't laughing with him. "I watched the news, Dean,"

"Wow, you're going with the 'I'm suspicious, so I'm going to use your middle name to scare you" bit?" He straighten his back.

"They're not giving snow all week," I stated. But he still didn't budge. "Why would Anna need gas for her generator for a 'snow storm', if the week's forecast is sunny?"

"Why can't you just trust me?" His eyes got sad. I know he's still sensitive about the cheating scandal, and so am I. We both trust each other. It's just a rough subject when it comes to trust. The wound is still fresh.

"I trust you whole heartily," I placed my hands in his. "but it's hard for me to understand why you would say that to me when it's clearly a lie,"

"Just trust me when I say this, okay?" I nodded in response as he laid his forehead against mine. I felt his hot breath graze my face as he took a deep breath. "Everything I'm doing is only to protect you. Sometimes protecting means keeping things secret, and others are instructed by force so the other has to obey to keep their loved ones safe. I'm doing my best to to take care of this, while watching over you. Just understand that you can't know everything, at least not at this moment and time,"

I nodded again. Hesitant to tell him I'm trying my hardest to do the same too. "Would you believe me if I told you I'm doing the same?"

He froze in place.

"Are they hurting you?" Is all he managed to get out.

"No, not so far," his breath got ridged as he closed his eyes trying to soak it all in.

We both know this is all dangerous. We are the only two that are aware of it all, but we can't communicate it. I wish I could tell him how scared I am of losing him to his father. But I know if I did, I would scare him too. Probably more than he already is. I don't want that. He wants to know, but doesn't need to. So I keep it to myself. Hopefully we overcome this and move on with our lives without all the drama following us. That's what we both want.