Chapter 12
NAOMI
“Sawyer. Are you freaking nuts? I almost killed you.”
I glance over his larger form, my eyes scanning his hulking figure amongst the steam, trying to make out details.
Half dressed, a t-shirt thrown across his arm, the baseball player I’ve grown to know over the last two years is bigger than I remember from this vantage point. Shoulders straight, stance steady, he does nothing, standing there, feet planted hip-length apart as his head tilts towards me.
My eyes finally adjusting to the fog, I make out the slightly curled strands of dirty-gold hair falling just below his chin as he swipes a hand roughly through them, his body sturdy and seemingly brick-made as he reaches another hand out.
His voice is a laugh. “Whoa there, cowgirl. Take your time. You almost made me in
