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She’d been accused of something serious, and her first instinct was to go it alone.
She didn’t mention it to him.
The thought of asking for his help probably never even crossed her mind.
The tight, low-simmering frustration had been riding his nerves all day, and by midnight, it hit boiling point.
Sebastian’s bedroom was on the east side of the second floor, two doors down from hers.
As he stepped out to get water, his eyes flicked to the right.
Light spilt from under Eleanor’s door.
She seemed to be on the verge of stepping out.
But the second she heard his door click open, she froze.
Then-faster than a blink-she ducked back inside and killed the lights.
So. She’d wanted to come out too.
Probably for water.
Or a snack.
Or something less innocent, if he let himself hope.
But the second she clocked him, she bolted like the idea of being near him was worse than thirst.
Sebastian let out a slow breath, ran a hand through his hair, and walked downstairs without a backwards glance.
He didn’t want to spook her more than she already was.
He filled a glass at the kitchen island, then wandered over to the living room and dropped onto the leather sofa, phone in hand.
From where he sat, he had a perfect view of her bedroom door upstairs.
A sliver of it eased open.
No lights inside, just blackness and a glint of curiosity.
She peeked out.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t even look directly at her.
The door snapped shut again.
His mouth twitched.
He sipped his water. Slowly.
Took hinten minutes to finish it.
Her door opened again.
A crack.
Then closed.
Again.
Closed.
He leaned his head back against the sofa and laughed under his breath, the sound bitter.
She’d rather get dehydrated than be stuck in the same space with him for five damn seconds?
He clenched his phone in one hand and typed without looking.
[You’ve dated more girls than live in half the zip codes in Skyline. How the hell do you get them to fall for you?]
He sent it to Cassian.
Who took his sweet time replying.
[Mate, it’s two in the fucking morning. You need meds. Or a new friend. Or a brain doc. Eleanor’s already your wife. You’ve got Ker exactly where you wanted. What more do you want? Her heart? Soul? Here’s a link to Top 10 Ways to Be a Valentine Without Being a Psycho. You’re welcome. Now piss off and let me sleep.]
Sebastian slammed the phone face down into the sofa cushion.
He should’ve known better than to ask relationship advice from a man who swapped girlfriends faster than most people changed razor blades.
Still, Cassian wasn’t wrong about one thing-he’d already got Eleanor exactly where he wanted.
She was under his roof now.
There’d be plenty of chances for… further interaction.
He rinsed his glass in the kitchen sink, then made his way upstairs.
But instead of heading into his room, he stopped right behind the door and waited, a juvenile thing he’d never done before.
Didn’t take long.
Light footsteps.
Barely audible.
Soft, fast, like someone trying not to be heard.
She had to pass his room to get downstairs.
He eased the door open a crack.
There she was.
Eleanor was in a white slip, tiptoeing across the marble like a thief.
Eleanor was holding up the hem of her nightgown with two fingers, her steps careful and silent.
No shoes.
Just bare feet on cold black stone, each step like a spotlight in the dark.
Her skin looked warm against all that sleek obsidian.
Pale. Almost glowing.
Sebastian’s gaze tracked up the curve of her calves to the back of her thighs, then higher, past the sway of fabric.
The dress clung to her hips and draped off her waist like it had been cut for temptation.
Through the thin material, he caught the outline of her spine, the dip where her back met her hips, the faintest tease of her-
Sebastian swallowed hard.
Then shut the door.
Fast. Quiet.
Teeth clenched, jaw locked, forehead against the wood.
“Fucking pervert,” he muttered under his breath.
He was supposed to be a grown man, not some hormonal teen hiding behind doors to stare at a woman’s arse.
He didn’t move.
Just stood there, breathing like he’d run a mile, while she padded around downstairs.
Eventually, he heard her coming back up, just as sneakily as before Once the footsteps passed his room, he peeled away from the door, grabbed a towel, and marched straight into the en suite.
He needed a cold shower.
A long one.
***
Eleanor was already there when Sebastian came into the dining room the next morning.
She’d changed-yellow jumper, jeans, fluffy socks.
Cosy. Casual.
Warm in a way that made his throat feel tight again, and not because of lust this time.
She looked… comfortable. Like she’s finally settled into this place.
She yawned when she thought he wasn’t looking.
“You don’t need to get up this early,” he said, heading to the coffee machine.
“Got somewhere to be?”She shrugged.
“Nah. I’m on leave.”He’s heard all about it from Cassian-the new project, the competition, the collegial rivalry.
He even knew her boss, Savannah something, had called her repeatedly in the past couple of days, trying to get her to come back to Nyx.
Eleanor had said no.
What was her plan? To find another studio? Start her own? Take a sabbatical?
More to the point, when did she plan on telling him?