A/N These are gonna be in the beginning from now on.
I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I liked writing it...
Love you!
(Pic on the side is Dimitri)
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Chapter Four
I inspected the window Sawyer was standing at, and realized it was open.
"How about you come out here, instead of standing there?" I shouted at him from in front of my car. His eyebrows rise, but he leaves the window. A minute or so later I see his front door open, and he makes his way down the small step leading to a pathway.
As he makes his way to me I am surprised at how well he can navigate around without being able to see. He reaches the edge of my driveway, and trips slightly on a crack. I quickly rush over to him, and hold onto his shoulders.
"Are you okay?" I ask making sure he was standing upright. He nods, and tilts his head down blushing. I quickly retract my hands as I notice they were still on his shoulders. I blush, and roll my eyes.
"You're some kid, you know?" I say, crossing my arms over my chest. Sawyer shrugs.
"I'm blind, what am I supposed to be; the star football player, a great artist?" he says fidgeting with his hands. I stare at him with a frown set on my face.
"Stop starring at me."
"How did you know I was starring?"
"I could feel it, I can feel when a gaze is set on me; especially yours."
"What's so special about my stare?" I step back leaning against the back of my car.
"When you stare at me, I get hot. Inside and out." he replies without hesitation. At the realization of what he said; he blushes.
"I make you hot?" I ask smirking. His blush grows all the way to his neck, and he nods slightly.
"Cute." I whisper, seeing if he blushes more. He does; his ears turn bright red. I smile, and reach a hand out. I place my hand on his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly. When he calms down I pull him closer looking at his reaction when I breathe lightly on his face. He moves to step away, but I stop him by grabbing his elbows.
"Do I make you nervous, Sawyer?" I whisper, watching as his brows furrow. He shakes his head.
"N-no you don't." he says shakily. I raise an eyebrow, and tilt my head.
"And why is that?"
"I know you won't hurt me."
"Well, I know that the idea of getting hurt isn't the only reason someone would get nervous." I say leaning in closer. He closes his eyes tightly.
"Oh, um, I d-don't know."
"You don't know?"
