CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
SEBASTIAN
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How I’m still standingin the same spot I’ve been in for the past ten minutes just watching Emily, I don’t know.I am surprised it took Colt that long to find me.
Then he gives me away.
It doesn’t matter, I’ve already decided.
Emily is mine.
I didn’t really have a plan when I arrived.My feet just walked here.All the way from my penthouse.When I arrived, I wanted to watch her from a distance, and what I saw was a beautiful woman celebrating with my friends.Someone who belonged to me and that I was going to claim.
If she needs time to forgive me or love me, then I’ll wait.
Hell, I’ll do whatever it takes.
Emily turns and our eyes lock, an electrical blast rushes through every cell in my body.I place my glass on the bar, not looking away.
Colt reaches over her head and takes the glass from her hand, then whispers in her ear.Emily simply nods, her eyes remaining connected to mine.
Then she starts walking toward me.
My heart thuds.Mine.
She’s not paying attention to the crowd, just walking, and I swear someone is going to knock her over.I move, and the moment she’s within reach, I pull her into my arms.
Thank fuck.
Cupping her face, I hold her tight.We don’t say anything, both of us just soaking up the feeling of our bodies pressing against one another.I could stay like this forever, but I want more.
I need to kiss her.
I need to fill her.
“Em,” I rasp.
“Just kiss me,” Emily demands, and I slam my mouth down on hers.
Our tongues ravish one another eagerly, like we’ve been starved of one another for a lifetime.We have.For days, she should’ve been in my bed instead of anywhere else.
Mine.
I pull back, glancing at Colt, then spot Mason on the dance floor.Jesus.That’s not good.And I don’t mean his dancing...although, yeah, he doesn’t have a very good rhythm.
When I glance back, the sparkle in Emily’s eyes is flickering.
“Happy birthday.”My voice is rough.
“Thank you.”She tries to move away, but I don’t give her an inch.“I got your flowers.”
“Did you pour the juice down the sink?”I smile, and despite her blush, which is purely a reaction to being up against my body, her smile is sad.
“Why are you here, Sebastian?”
“For you.”
