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It meant she still didn’t feel secure enough.
That was on him.
He’d fix it.
He’d give her more time. More reasons to trust him.
Tomorrow. Or the next day.
Or whenever she finally stopped flinching at the thou My phone buzzed again before I had even finished reading his last message.
Sebastian: [If I ask properly this time-can we go public?]
The screen lit up with the text, plain and cold.
But somehow, I could feel him in it-tense, holding back, waiting for me to say yes.
I just sat there, staring.
A minute ago, I had been ranting about the event organizers and reminding him to stay the hell away from Rowan Hale.
I was about to say goodnight.
Then this?
I reread his message.
My mind stalled.
My limbs felt heavy, as if I had just come in from the snow.
The phone dinged again.
Sebastian: [Would you be okay if I tag you in my next post? As my wife?]
Okay, so I definitely hadn’t misinterpreted his last message.
A long moment later, all I managed to come up with was [Let me think.]
Sebastian: [Okay.]
I tossed the phone aside, slapped my cheeks lightly, and sat up straighter.
Did I want to?
Yeah, I liked him.
I wasn’t embarrassed about it.
I didn’t mind people knowing we were together.
But going public online wasn’t the same as telling Yvain or my colleagues.
It meant putting it all out there-every photo, every comment, every inch of my life, linked to his, tied to his name.
If Sebastian were a nobody, I wouldn’t have hesitated.
But he wasn’t.
And I wasn’t either.
The internet would have a field day.
I thought about that photo again, the one with him next to Rowan.
My chest clenched like it had earlier, tight and hot.
Okay, fine, if I was honest with myself, I was jealous.
In my head, Sebastian was already mine.
Seeing him next to her made me want to slam something into a wall.
I didn’t want to share. Not even a headline.
I got up, walked into the bathroom, saw my reflection in the mirror, and imagined Sebastian’s face next to mine.
Yes, that was the only place his face belonged-to be next to mine.
To hell with it.
I stood there, staring at myself, palms braced against the bathroom sink.
My reflection didn’t flinch.
Neither did I.
If the price of silence was seeing his name beside another woman’s-any woman’s-then I wasn’t going to stay quiet.
I would rather have my life torn apart by gossip blogs than have to live through that again.
Let them come.
Let them call me a social climber. A gold digger. A trophy wife with nothing to her name but luck and good taste.
They could pick apart every bit of my background, drag up old LinkedIn posts, critique my shoes, my hair, my voice.
They could compare the gap in our bank accounts and speculate about how many zeros he had over me.
I would survive it,
I didn’t care anymore.
And I knew, without a shred of doubt, that I wouldn’t be in this alone.
He would stand with me.
I stormed back into the bedroom and picked up my phone again: [Let’s go public.]
I stared, waited.
And waited some more.
No reply from Sebastian.
I checked the time.
It was well past midnight.
Maybe he was asleep.
I set down my phone, a little disappointed.
Then-
Sebastian: [Open the door.] (1
I was confused: [???]
Then I heard a knock. Short, sharp, impatient.
My head snapped up.
Jumping down from the bed, I padded to the door, eased it open just a sliver.
“What-What are you doing-
He pushed in before I finished, one foot past the threshold, the rest of him following in a clean, forceful motion.
The door slammed behind him.
His hand caught my waist.
He turned me, pinned me to the door, and kissed me hard.
There was no pause, no restraint.
His mouth was hungry, his grip unrelenting.
He crushed me against the wood, one arm locked tight around my lower back, the other braced beside my head.
He tasted like mint and heat.
I gasped into his mouth and clawed at his shirt.
I sagged. My knees buckled.
He caught me before I could slide, hauled me up by the waist with one arm, the other curling under my thigh.
He carried me across the room, dropped me onto the bed with a thud, and followed without hesitation.
For a moment, he hovered.
I stared up at him, lips parted, chest rising fast.
He stared back.
Then he dipped again, kissing my jaw, my neck, the soft skin above my shoulder.
His mouth burned a trail down to my collarbone.
He pulled back just far enough for me to see his pupils had dilated.
He pressed a thumb to the side of my neck.