One day while Sawyer was attending his church session as usual, he was sitting in one of the back pews near the church doors, reading from his Bible as he listened to what his father was saying.

He sighed gently as He didn't really want to be there but his dad always made him since his father was the pastor of the church.

He continued reading from his Bible until he heard the giant doors open and looked over, wanting to see who was late.

His father stopped speaking as well as everyone looked back at you. Sawyer didn't realize he was holding his breath until you looked at him.

His eyes were wide as he took in a deep breath as he tried not to cough since he didn't breathe for a moment.

He immediately looked down when you caught him staring as he was extremely flustered while his hair fell down over his face as well.

Oh, how he loved looking at you. The way your eyelashes fluttered when you blinked, the way your hair moved when you walked, the way your muscles flexed when you moved, everything.

He knew he shouldn't have had those thoughts, those unholy thoughts but he couldn't help it.

He started overthinking again as he thought about what his father would think, what the church would think, even what God would think. Would he go to hell like his father told him?

He was afraid. Afraid of his thoughts. Afraid of his feelings. Afraid of everything.

He looked back up at you as you sat down when he sighed gently. Oh how he wanted to kiss you, be able to touch you, be able to—No.

He shook his head quickly to get rid of those thoughts. He hid his face in his hands as he tried to calm himself down as he crossed his legs, hiding any unnecessary...things as he sighed heavily.

"Fuck..." He whispered gently when he felt a presence next to him.

He immediately looked up and saw you as he immediately got flustered again and looked away quickly to calm down.

He sighed as He eventually looked back at you and smiled a bit as He whispered softly, his voice low and gravely.

"Hey..How are you..?" He asked