15. Phoebe

If Sawyer considers himself a failure, then what does that make me. Because I’m right back where we started, trying to get him to notice me. To realise I’m right here, wanting so much more than his protection.

Two years is a long time. Surely, if neither of us have truly moved on from that night beside Jane’s cottage, it means something?

“I’ve missed you,” I eventually whisper, now close enough for him to take my hand in his, his gaze dropping to the bandage on my wrist that no amount of bangles can hide

“Have you hurt yourself with silver here?” his other hand stroking at my fresh bandage. I nod, fighting back tears. “Oh Sugar,” he sighs softly, a few stray white hairs falling loose from where he’s tied them up. “This is too much,” shaking his head. “How can you still hurt yourself this way?”

Sawyer after a bottle of whiskey is a different creature entirely. It’s like watching a big cat stretch and prowl.

Right now he’s softer, thoughtful. Blatantly staring at me the way I