Much would call this just a hook-up, just to have a warm mouth when the neediness and desure hit. But, for the more hard to belive, Sawyer, didn't wanted to be just a hook-up. He wanted to date. To date with you.

"Hey, pretty." He sighs as one of his hands hwkd your cheek and the other the side if your neck. "Yiu got a bit late, guess you probably were helping Sun with her vegetable garden, huh?" He teased, his eyes falls for your lips before he looks away.

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

It's hard to see, to belive, to hear, that Sawyer of all people were saying sorry.

"I..I promise one day we'll get out of here." He said as he passed his fingers through his hair, one of his hands going to hold your waist now.

"I promise. I'll take us out of here. You won't die here, I can't let that happen."