Page 47 of Blue Moon

Chapter 19

Sawyer

Iwas so grateful Sol hadn’t left me after that stunt Veronica pulled. I couldn’t believe she’d entered my room. Sure, we’d had a good time last year, but I had told her I couldn’t see her when I was in town this time. She had texted me to say she was sorry, and I had told her no worries.

But in a strange way, the whipped cream incident had brought Sol and me closer together. We were still slowly getting to know each other, and with sex off the table, we were spending our time together in places other than bed. And I hated to admit it, but who knew what would’ve happened if we’d slept together the other night. I might’ve panicked and ghosted her, which would be unforgivable because I actually liked her. So, for now, we were taking it slow. So slow that my balls were in a world of hurt.

Sol emerged from the bathroom dressed in a floppy hat and a bright turquoise sundress that ended right on her juicy thighs. I wanted to devour her. “Ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” As part of my punishment, I had agreed to accompany Sol around the city to take Instagrammable photos. To me, I thought that meant typical tourist destinations like Pike Place Market or the Space Needle, but Sol wanted something unique. So, we were headed to visit some murals around town.

I grabbed her duffel bag, which was filled with different clothing options, and we headed out.

We arrived at the first place and met her photographer, Joy. Luckily, Sol didn’t expect me to take the photos myself. I was sure I would’ve fucked that up. She’d hired a local photographer who’d brought a camera and lighting and all the equipment Sol would need. I was just there for support.

Sol introduced me to Joy.

“Nice to meet you, Sawyer. Will you be in any of the pictures with Sol?”

Sol laughed nervously. “Oh no. The pictures will just be of me.”

I forced a smile. I appreciated that Sol wasn’t asking me to be in the photos with her. I guess it was a source of contention between us since I’d made a big deal out of her doing that story on us when I’d picked her up for our first date at her place in Sausalito. She’d gone out of her way during this entire week in Seattle not to include me in her daily stories. Even so, I wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with her. Quite the opposite—I liked showing her off.

A few hours later, we were at Pier 66. I was antsy and starving. I just wanted to steal Sol away and take her somewhere local, like to the Mukilteo ferry to get a delicious cup of clam chowder.

Sol ran over to me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. “Sorry, babe. You’ve been amazing. I’ll make it up to you.”

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. The world melted away as I became drunk on her taste, but I was bumped back into reality when a bright flash went off.

Joy had the camera pointed right at us. “Sorry! You just both looked so adorable with the Ferris wheel in the background. I couldn’t resist.”

Sol bit her lip. “Don’t worry. I won’t post that picture. I’ll just keep it for us. For memories.”

I walked over to Joy. “Let me see the picture.”

She showed me the display on her camera. The shot was beautiful. Sol’s long hair was cascading down her shoulders, and my arm was placed around the small of her back. Her left foot was lifted off the ground.

She looked stunning. We looked like we were in love.

Were we?

No, definitely not in love. We’d only known each other for a week. Even so, my feelings for her were growing stronger every day.

A protective desire grew inside me. I wanted not only to show Sol off to the world but also to claim her as mine. I had to admit I was sick to death of the constant DMs her lovesick admirers always sent her. If Sol received one more dick pic, I’d lose it.

I grabbed Sol’s hand. “You look gorgeous in that picture. You should post it.”

Her forehead creased as she looked at it. “Are you sure? I mean, it is a great picture. My followers will love it. But they’ll start asking questions.”

I kissed her again. “Let them. In fact, just tell them I’m your man.”