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“I don’t want to make things more complicated “
“You overthink everything. Elean, babe, I love you like family, but you’re a damti coward. You move slower than what’s a slow- ass animal?”
“Tortoise?”
“Yeah. Slower than a constipated tortoise. Look, life’s short. You admit you like him, right?”
“Like” is a stretch “Fine, you like his body?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, I have eyes.”
“You emotionally tangled up with anyone else?”
“No.”
“And he’s not either?”Thaven’t asked him.”
“That means no. So what the fuck are you waiting for? Go home, yank his trousers down, and ride him like a champion. And if you’re feeling rusty, I’ve got a few instructional videos -“That was when the pub’s PA crackled on with an apologetic “we’re closing early tonight”.
Now I was out of the shower, in an oversized T-shirt, flopped on the bed like a regret-flavoured pancake.
“Damn you, Yvaine,” I muttered, dragging a pillow over my face.
“Could’ve at least airdropped me the vid.”Too late.
My brain had already started shooting its own movie.
And Sebastian was the star.
I almost screamed when there was a knock at my door.
“Mrs Laurent,” Carmen called gently.
“You probably need hydration. I’ve brought you some lemon and honey in warm water, and Advil if you’ve got a headache. May I come in?”I blinked away the X-rated image.
“Thanks, Carmen. Door’s open.
Except when it swung open, it wasn’t Carmen standing there.
Sebastian took the tray from her hands and strolled into my room.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
And then-like some divine slapstick punishment-my phone slipped and smacked me in the face.
“Fuck,” I muttered, rubbing my cheek.
Great. A black eye to go with the slow death of my dignity.
“Um, thank you. Can you just put the tray on the nightstand? I’ll drink it in a bit.”No reply.
I turned, slowly.
He was still there.. still staring.
Standing two paces from my bed.
He said nothing.
I rolled over, and buried my face in the duvet like an ostrich.
“Ugh, migraine. So tired. Gonna pass out. Bye.”Please leave, please leave, please get the hell out.
I lay there, holding my breath like I was auditioning to be a corpse I heard the quiet clink of the tray hitting the nightstand.
But no footsteps walking away.
Just an awful silence.
My heart was beating so hard I could hear it in my ears.
Every second dragged like a horror film jump scare that never dropped.
Nearly suffocating, I poked my head out and risked a peek.
The wardrobe mirror caught his reflection.
His eyes were lowered, his gaze fixed somewhere on my back.
And I was suddenly very conscious that I was wearing only a T-shirt.
No bra, no panties.
And the shirt had ridden up when I’d jumped into bed, and the hem was now somewhere mid-cheek.
Where his eyes were.
He wasn’t moving.
Just watching.
Just standing there and staring at me like he had nothing better to do than mentally strip me.
And I couldn’t fix my shirt without admitting that I knew he was looking.
That I cared.
So I just played dead.
A half-naked, very humiliated corpse.
Then, after what felt like a decade, he moved.
I tensed like a cat about to bolt, but all he did was step forward, lean down, and gently pull the blanket up over me.
He tucked it around me like I was five and not actively dying of embarrassment.
“Good night,” he murmured.
Then he was gone.
I groaned into the pillow.
Next morning, I got up before the sun like a guilt-ridden teenager bost sneak out.
There was no way Sebastian hadn’t clocked the whole performance last night, and I was not about to sit across from him at breakfast pretending I was a normal, functional human.
So yeah, I tried to dip.
Sneaked downstairs, shoes in hand, bag swinging by my side.
But guess what?
He was already there.
Sitting on the sofa like the king of the business world.
Watching the news.
Calm.
Shirt rolled at the sleeves like a casual threat.
I nearly yeeted my handbag at his face.
You’re up early,” I accused.
He looked over, no expression.
“Where are you going this early?”Busted.
I bit my lip, the fake kind of innocent that only works on men who want to be lied to.
“Yvaine wanted to do breakfast. I’m just gonna… yeah, head out…”I crab-walked towards the door.
Then, right when my fingers grazed the handle-
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”My heart dropped straight into my shoes.
I froze.
Turned.
Marched right back across the room like I hadn’t been tiptoeing a second ago.
And then I climbed into his lap.
Straddled him. Arms around his neck.
No hesitation.
Okay, maybe a little hesitation.
But mostly flair.
Kissing was off-limits.
But hugging, I could do blindfolded and drunk.
I leaned in, brushing my face against his neck, whisper-close to his ear.
“This is as far as I can go. For now. As for the other thing… maybe ve me some time? I need time to mentally brace. You’re a man of action, but I’m a girl with nerves. I need a heads-up before we go full lip-lock.”I needed time to brush my teeth, drown in breath spray, and chain eat a hundred mints.