Remember

Chapter 82: Great Great Grandfather

I need coffee.

I wake up groggily and without Ezra. Nancy must have taken him back early in the morning.

I don't feel like dealing with the world today, especially Sawyer. He's really hard to avoid.

A phone starts ringing and my eyes widen. I check inside the drawers and see it's the bulky black phone. How is it still alive?

I close my drawer and ignore it. It's too early for any talking. Especially them, the stupid FBI people.

It's quiet in the house, Sawyers usually up at this time. It's around six thirty and I hear no sound, no lights are on in the stair way going down.

Upstairs is warm, but once I hit the bottom step I feel the cold from outside, the heaters must have turned off. I hear the pounding of rain on the windows and roof. I walk to one of the large windows in the living room and move the curtains, rain is pouring down and the sky is dark.

Looks like it's going to be a rainy day.

I sluggishly walk to the kitchen and start making coffee. I stand there staring at the pot of coffee being made and all the lights turn on. Nancy must be awake, but I'm too lazy to turn around.

Before I can turn around, I'm being hugged from behind. Strong arms are wrapped around my waist, and I'm pulled in close.

Sawyer....

Despite my efforts to get free, the heaviness in my stomach flutters at the feeling of his body pressed against mine. I fight every fiber in my being, but I sink into his warmth. This small gesture makes the room feel warmer somehow.

Sawyer swiftly turns me around, causing my hair to be disheveled. Sawyer softly tucks a strand of curl behind my ear.

He leans in close to my ear,

"Drink all of my secret stash of coffee again, and we're fucking done." Sawyer deeply whispers and I crease my eyebrows and step back away from him, but I hit the counter.

I can't tell if he's joking. Done with what? What the hell is he talking about?

"What are you on about?" I question, still flustered. I know my cheeks are red from how hot they're burning.

He ignores me and take a bowl from the cupboard above me, I don't think I've ever been this close to a person in my life. I close my eyes and try crouching down, which only makes his leaning over me, worse.

When he's done, I ignore his playful threat and purposely poor myself the whole batch of coffee. I grab the hazel nut creamer and add tons of sugar.

I turn to find Sawyer amusingly watching my every move.

I raise an eyebrow up,

"What?" I ask, a hint of attitude behind my tone. He takes a spoonful of cereal, his smile never breaking.

I grab a banana and sit across from him, ignoring his watching.

I take a bite of the banana and a sip of the warm coffee and I gag.

I hear Sawyer snort, and I glare at him.

"I hate you." I groan as soon as I spit the coffee back into the cup.

"Salt? Really?" I sigh, "That was the last batch." I whine, stomping my feet like a child.

Sawyer laughs and I don't want to ruin his 'good' mood, so I simply put on a smile. I cautiously walk closer to him, the mug in my hand.

"You're gonna pay for this." I scrunch my nose and point at him. I put the mug of spit coffee above his head and he eyes me challengingly.

Before I could pour the coffee all over him, his hands grip tightly around my wrist, making it hard for me to pour. It looks like we're in a wrestling stance. He stands up, still holding my arms in the air, our faces mere inches apart.