Who: Sawyer and Zane When: Saturday Where: Zane's dorm What: Zane needs some reality testing Rating: Who knows?
Sawyer had given up on trying to fight what was growing between them. There was just no point. She could try to avoid him but he made that impossible and there was no way she could resist him when they were together. She had never felt a touch that felt as good as his. Though none of that meant that she was making it easy for him either. She still refused to put any type of label on their relationship, if she really acknowledge it much more than being friends.
She had no idea what time it was when she woke up alone in Zane's bed. She could feel the intensity of the sun coming through the window, so had to be nearly midday. She had already figured out that he didn't normally sleep that late so she wasn't surprised when she rolled over and didn't find him around. Sawyer kicked her discarded clothes aside as she slipped out of bed. Her clothes were comfortable but not nearly as comfortable as she wanted to be. She didn't hesitate to make her selection from Zane's clothes.
She pulled the enormous white t-shirt out of his bottom drawer before pulled it over her body. What a boy like Zane was doing owning a shirt that was nearly identical to the ones the boys in Baltimore wore was beyond her. Laughing softly to herself Sawyer made her way to the little living room outside his bedroom. Where she found Zane, jamming to a rap song and trying to sing along.
"Hey Babe, You do know that you are a rich white boy right?" She told him with a completely straight face, as she headed to the coffee pot.