Chapter 153: Her Anxiety
As their car pulled away from the house, Abigail glanced at Sawyer and was surprised to find him looking at her. His gaze was warm and gentle.
She leaned closer and whispered, "You look sleepy, Sawyer. You must be uncomfortable sleeping on the couch. That’s why you couldn’t sleep last night."
He smiled, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze before resting it on his lap.
"How do you know? Did you peek at me while I was sleeping?" he asked casually, but his words warmed her cheeks.
She shot him a glare, hoping to stop his teasing. After all, they weren’t alone in the car, and his words made her shy.
"I’m serious, Sawyer," she chided softly before continuing, "You’re still tired, and that’s why you can’t drive, right?"
Sawyer didn’t rush to answer her. Instead, he turned his gaze to the front row.
"Vincent, raise the partition, please," Sawyer instructed before returning his gaze to Abigail. Noting her blush, he whispered, "If I drive, I can’t cuddle you, Abby. That’s my reason for bringing them—"
Abigail, "..."
Before Abigail could respond, a partition slowly ascended, separating them with a barrier in just a few seconds. Brody and Vincent couldn’t see them or hear what was happening behind the partition.
"Sawyer, you—" Her voice trailed off as she saw Sawyer’s face coming closer. She held her breath, unable to move.