Remember

Chapter 66: Mystery Phone

The room feels cold and I stir in my sleep. I kick my feet forward to stretch and accidentally kick something hard. I return to fetal position and try to warm myself back up when I hear a groan.

I spring up and see Sawyer at the edge of my bed, holding his private part in pain. My eyes bulge out and I jump out of bed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there." I tell him trying to keep in my laugh and he glares at me.

"Why are you in here?" I question, eyeing how uncomfortable he looks.

He slowly gets off the bed and grimaces, he rakes his fingers through his sleep tousled curls and they stick up in a way that kind of looks cute.

His green eyes are big and glossy, a clear sign he just woke up, he stares at the floor and yawns.

"Obviously not a morning person." I quietly state and his eyes move to me.

"Not a good way to be woken up." He mumbles in pain, casting me a glare.

I shrug, giving him a sheepish smile.

"Oh, please. You have more dick in your personality than you do in your pants." I mumble, not believing he's in that much pain.

My eyes bulge out, and I shut my mouth with my hand. What has gotten into me?

I speed walk to the dresser full of clothes, my back facing Sawyer and I close my eyes. The  silence in the room is thick, and I can't believe I just said that. I don't have it in me to turn around and face him.

"What did you say?" I hear Sawyer ask, amusement evident in his tone of voice. I hear a deep rumble escaping from his chest as he laughs at my embarrassment.

I slowly turn around, my face increasing in heat and color the more I keep turning and knowing that I eventually have to open my eyes.

I slowly open my eyes and Sawyer is standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, I keep myself distracted from his devilish smirk by looking at his tattoos which are on full display. But no matter the distraction I still feel humiliated.

"Why are you in here again?" I ask, trying desperately to change the subject.

"You uhm..." he coughs, he seems a little nervous and I give him a weird look. "You were crying." He says, and I nod.

"I guess we both fell asleep." He shrugs and I nod eyeing him suspiciously.

"And what do you know?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Enough. Shower and do whatever you have to do and meet me downstairs." He commands. I look at him and walk to the door and lock it. Nope he can't walk away this time, I want answers and I want them now.

"How did you know?" I question, and he rolls his eyes.

"That's not important. I want to know what they told you." He says, getting irritated that we're not doing this his way.

I look at him, wondering if he really knows or he's tricking me into telling him. I know he has a clue, but knowing everything, that can't possibly be.