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His goofy dancing was abruptly cut by Zoe’s tender embrace. He found it amazing that, after all of these years, he could still melt in her arms. This was home. There was no one he felt safer around; vulnerable but feeling like he could do anything with her by his side.
“Everything, huh?”
Sawyer places his hands on Zoe’s cheeks and squeezes them together, before belching loudly and sneaking in another kiss on her pouty lips. “I love you too, Zoe Scamander. Couldn’t have done it without you.” He chuckles and rests his head in the crook of her neck. If it weren’t for this woman’s support, patience and love, there’s not telling where he’d be. While he’d always been intelligent and creative, Sawyer lacked ambition. Zoe gave him the extra nudge he needed to get off his arse.
“Now you can officially tell all your girlfriends that your husband is the hottest new business owner in town.”
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Zoe felt the hairs stands up on the back of her neck as she felt his lips against hers. Not matter what, Sawyer always tasted like fresh mint and she always felt herself shiver as his hands expertly knew her body, placing perfectly in the small of her back. Everything about their embraces reminded her why she was a smitten schoolgirl all those years ago, why she found herself wanting to bump into him in the stone corridors and the way butterflies fluttered in her stomach whenever he smiled at her. The way her cheeks would blush when he sat in front of her in potions class and the irresistible urge to hold his hand on their first walk around the black lake. Despite years of marriage, she still felt the same rush of emotions overwhelm her.
Pausing she found her lips move slightly, waiting for his to clash back against them and a pout formed when nothing came back to meet them. Abruptly, the pout was taken away replaced with a smirk. The childish side of Sawyer was something she was glad never faded as they grew older together, he remained youthful and cheeky, which she was grateful for. Although sometimes she found herself wishing maturity would take the driving seat a little more often with him.
“I will tell anyone that wants to hear it, darling,” she smiled, running her hands through his short hair.
“I will happily flaunt my wedding ring and tell everyone how amazing my husband is,” she paused, squeezing his shoulder blade. “Now did you sort desert?”
















