High Buns, Suitcases and Cigars

High Buns Suitcases and Cigars | 26

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To say Sawyer was well-loaded was an understatement.

His parents let him buy a house just for himself, though he was only seventeen. He had very, highend cars that even a lawyer couldn't afford.

I gawked, feeling insecure. I didn't belong here, not at all. But the liquidy alcohol pushed those thoughts away and I felt a big grin form on my face.

What is wrong with me?

"So this is where I'm staying?"

"If you want to spend the night, then yeah. I thought it'd be better then staying with Rowen." I noticed the way he would frown whenever he mentioned his name. It made me even more curious about their past.

I was about to nod, when my senses kicked in. What was I doing? I barely knew this guy and yet her I am, about to spend the night in his house and who knows what could happen? I did this last time and looked how things turned out.

But I felt bad if I suddenly refused. Maybe I should just stay, for a little while. That'd be no harm.

I followed Sawyer up to his house, taking in how his back tensed and flexed every now and then and the way his hair would flop wildly around in his eyes.

He turned and winked at me, his lips smirking. "Ready for a night of fun?" He asked, with a hint of seductiveness.

I giggled. Again. What the hell is going on? "Yeah. Lots of fun."

He pulled the door open and held it open for me. Sweeping his arm out, he bowed. "Enter madamoiselle." He said with another wink. He had way better manners then Rowen. He would let it slam shut in my face.

I stepped inside, to see that the inside was a mix between looking like it came from a home interior magazine to being a boyish, teenage house.

I stared at everything, amazed. "I take it you come here often?"

"No, not really. I get homesick from my family when I stay to long." He chuckled, his cheeks tinting red.

So he was a family-type of guy. Interesting.

I nodded, still smiling. I would rather spend my time here with him then with Rowen. Sawyer gave off this, 'good guy who's a total sweetheart' while Rowen gave off a 'i'm an asshole' vibe.

I felt nervous now. I was here alone with a hot ass boy, in a house, with no supervision.

I was about to tell Sawyer that maybe he should take me home, when he slipped his hands around my waist, pulling my back towards him. I stood, shocked and frozen with utter surprise. He moved, and his lips dipped down to my ear. "What do you want to do? We have the whole house to ourselves." On the last word, he let it drawl out, as his breath scorched my face.

"I-I..." I couldn't form a coherent sentence with the way my stomach was heating up. Just as I was about to pull away and suggest something else, he pulled his arms back and laughed.

"You're so gullible Marnie. You'd actually think that I took you here just to get some?" He was laughing, shaking his head.

I managed a nervous chuckle. I felt heat creeping up my neck. "I don't know.. maybe?"

My body suddenly started to heat up and I felt a warm feeling starting to pool in my stomach. All rational thoughts flew out the window. What was happening? Why did everything change so suddenly?

Without thinking, I turned abrutply and pulled Sawyer towards me. My hands suddenly went around his neck and I was leaning up towards his face, smirking.

"Ma-Marnie? What are you doing?" He exclaimed, sounding startled.

A smirk played onto my face. "You." I was shocked. Where was all this coming from? I was never this bold, and defiently not with a guy. Without thinking, I pulled his lips to mine.

He gasped as my hands started to wander mindlessly on his body. His chest, lips, jaw, neck. When my fingers pried at the edge of his shirt, he claspsed my hands, holding them in place.

"Stop, Marnie! Your drunk, you don't know what you're doing."

I stopped. He was right. I didn't understand why I suddenly went in such a frenzy. Why I came on to him so quick. It wasn't like me.

I muttered a sorry, before taking a seat on the couch. I felt the dull pain of a headache starting to form.

As I relaxed, I realized something. Though Sawyer ordered us the exact same drinks, mine was more fizzier and cloudy then his. Way fizzier.

Which made me wonder if he spiked my drink without me knowing it?

Author's Note: Oh god this sucks so bad! I'm a shit writer... i dont think i should continue this anymore... idk. the gif to the side is how marnie and sawyer look "kissing" :)