Ruthless knight

Sawyer

Loki: I can meet you in an hour. 

My thumb hovers over the keyboard of my phone as I crouch down next to the bed. I ended up asking Luis from work if he knew anyone who could get me Adderall since Oakley cut me off. 

Turns out…he knew Loki and put me in contact with him. 

We’re having our first meet up today.

I pop my head up over the bed and take in a still sleeping Cole.

One arm is stuffed under his pillow and the other is stretched out across my side of the mattress, like he’s reaching for me.

Sawyer: See you soon. 

Making sure he’s still asleep, I fish the pill bottle out of my pocketbook.

I’ve been taking five per day—usually into two different doses—but it’s not working as well as it used to. 

Given I really do have to study today, and I’ll be getting more pills from Loki, I don’t see the problem with taking a little more. 

I pour the remaining five pills in my hand and pop them in my mouth. 

I’m reaching for a glass of water on the nightstand when I hear, “What are you doing?”

I quickly swallow the pills. “I have a headache and remembered I had some Tylenol in my purse.” 

Truth be told, I really do wish I had some because my body is sore as hell from our workout last night. 

He frowns. “Maybe you have a headache because you never sleep anymore.” He pats the spot next to him. “Come back to bed.” 

I’m about to make up an excuse, but I really can’t say no to him. 

I crawl under the covers. “Okay, but only for a little while. I have to go home and study.” 

He drapes his arm around me. “You can always study here.”

I have to suppress a laugh. Cole is the most distracting thing in the universe. 

“Thanks, but that’s not go

He looks offended. “Why?”

I run the tip of my finger down his nose. “You distract me too much.” 

Dipping his head, he kisses the crook of my neck. “You distract me too…but in a good way.” 

“I never said you distracted me in a bad way,” I point out.

My pulse speeds up as his fingertips trail down my stomach. 

“Does it distract you when I do this?”

I bite my lip. “So much.”

My breathing accelerates as he toys with the drawstring on my sleep shorts.

“You okay?”

That’s weird. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

He studies my face. “You look a little pale.”

“That’s what happens when you have a busy schedule. You never have time for fun things like getting a tan.” 

Smirking, he slips his hand inside my shorts. “How’s this for a fun thing?”

My heart does a little flip…and then a wave of nausea hits me. 

“Whoa.”

“What?”

I move his hand. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t feel so hot.” 

He blinks. “Feel so hot how?” 

“I’m a little nauseous.”

He bolts up like he’s been singed. “Nauseous?”

Good Lord. You’d think he was the one feeling sick.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure it will pass.” 

I sit up in his bed…but the room starts spi

His eyes cut to mine. “Do you think you might be pregnant?” 

Now the room is spi

However, I’m ninety-nine percent sure I’m not. 

“I’m on birth control, remember?” 

His jaw tics. “I know. But it’s not foolproof.” He stands up, squeezing his neck. “Sawyer, I love you, but I am not ready to be a father. I’m only eighteen.” 

He acts like we’re not the same age. 

However, the petrified look on his face has my heart in my throat. “Relax. I take my birth control every day.” 

“When was the last time you had your period?” 

“A few days before the wedding.”

Although it was so light it barely qualified as one. Not that I’m complaining. 

He looks like he’s trying to add things in his head, but I stop him. 

“I’m not pregnant. We had sex the weekend of the wedding.”

The look on his face tells me he has no idea what that means so I clarify. 

“We’ve only been having sex for three weeks. If by some crazy chance I was pregnant, we wouldn’t even know yet.” 

He looks relieved…until I see the wheels spi

“I did that thing.” He gives me a look. “You know what I'm talking about.” 

If by thing he means the night he snuck through my bedroom window and stuck his cum in my pussy with his fingers. Then yes, I know what thing. But that was a while ago. 

“We’re fine.” 

I, however, am not. Another wave of nausea hits me, worse than before. “Do you have any ginger ale downstairs?”

He looks between me and the door of his bedroom, almost like he’s debating making a run for it. 

What the actual fuck. 

“Are you serious right now?” 

“I love you,” he repeats. “But I’m not ready to be a dad. Christ. We haven’t even graduated from high school yet. I know you probably don’t believe in abort—”

That does it. There is no need to talk about this because there is no baby.

“Would you shut up? I’m not pregnant.” I get off the bed, intending to leave. “But it’s nice to know if I was, you wouldn’t respect my choices.” 

His eyes widen. “That’s not what I’m saying.” 

“Then what are you saying?” 

“I think you should take a test. Just to be sure.” 

“Fine. I will get one on my way home. Without you around.” 

He looks like he wants to argue, but I don’t give him the chance. 

I throw my sweatshirt over my head, slip my sneakers on, then grab my purse and overnight bag. 

He tugs on my arm. “Sawyer.” 

“What—”

He kisses me so gently…like I’m made out of glass. 

“Whatever happens, I’m in this.” 

“I know my body, Cole. I’m not pregnant. But, since you don’t believe me, I’ll take a damn test.” 

Hell, I’ll take as many as I can afford to prove him wrong. 

“I don’t want to fight with you. You’ve just been so moody the past two weeks—”

“Have a good day.” I push him away. “Me and my moody ass are leaving.” 

“Sawyer,” he calls out when I reach the door. 

“What?” 

“I love you.” 

My heart skips a beat. “I love you, too.” 

 

I take a picture of the three different pregnancy tests laid out on a bathroom sink. 

Not my bathroom sink. The one in the pharmacy bathroom. 

Cole had me so riled up, I decided to stop on my way home to prove him wrong. 

Just as I suspected, they’re all negative. 

I quickly press send. 

He replies almost instantly. 

Cole: Thank fuck. 

Sawyer: Yup. 

Cole: Are you upset? 

Yes, I am. 

Sawyer: That you didn’t believe me? Yes. That I’m not pregnant? No.

Like he said before, we’re only eighteen. We have our whole lives ahead of us to have babies. 

Cole: I won’t apologize for being worried and wanting to make sure we’re in the clear. There are two of us in this relationship, you know.

Well, when he puts it like that. It makes me feel like an asshole. 

Sawyer: Sorry for freaking out on you. 

Cole: Love you. 

Sawyer: Love you, too. Call you later.