“I thought you locked it,” Sebastian said
“I did.” Remington looked over his shoulder, and Sebastian allowed his gaze to follow.
Rhys stood in the bathroom’s doorway, impeccably dressed as always with the shadow of a bruise blooming on his right cheek. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt to straighten them, cufflinks glinting in the light.
“It’s done,” Rhys said. “I’d appreciate if we could leave now.”
“What do you mean it’s done?” Sebastian asked.
“I mean I took care of it so you didn’t have to.” Rhys cleared his throat. “The situation presented a way to resolve itself, so I saw it through. We can go see the attorney in the morning and be done with it.”
“Did someone hit you?” Remington asked.
“I’d appreciate if we could leave now,” Rhys repeated.
“Where are you staying?” Sebastian tapped his fingers against Remington’s chest. “I want to be where you are.”
“Oh, Christ,” Rhys muttered, even though the ask hadn’t been directed at him. “He’s staying with us. Come on, Bastian. We’re leaving.”
“Let’s go,” Remington agreed, taking his hand. “I want to be where you are, too.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Remington is in Love
The drive back to the St. George mansion was quiet. Sebastian sat with Remington in the backseat, a death grip on his hand and a flat expression on his face. Rhys drove, both hands white-knuckled around the steering wheel until he rolled into the garage and put his Range Rover into park. None of them moved until silence settled, and Sebastian turned to him.
“I need to talk with my brother,” he said quietly, squeezing Remington’s hand. “Can you give us a minute?”
From the front seat, Rhys made a displeased sound. “Your boyfriend doesn’t know his way around our house, Sebastian. Get him inside and I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.”
Rhys threw open the driver’s side door and unfolded himself from the car. He stalked out of the garage, the door slamming closed behind him. Sebastian inhaled a trembling breath then looked at Remington.
“Let’s get you upstairs,” he said.
“Wait.” Remington reached without thought, cupping his hand around the back of Sebastian’s neck and pulling him across the seat. He tilted his head to the side and slanted their mouths together, answering Sebastian’s stress with what he hoped to be a calming and steady kiss.
Sebastian moaned, his body going slack as he leaned into Remington. Sebastian touched him, both palms flat against Remington’s chest, and he could feel the heat of Sebastian’s skin through the material of his shirt. Sebastian’s hands worked their way higher, fingers turning confident as they plucked at the bowtie around Remington’s neck.
It came loose and Remington let out a breath, changing the angle of the kiss and pouring more of his heart into Sebastian’s mouth. Sebastian worked open the topmost button on Remington’s shirt, fingers skating over his skin. Remington didn’t know which one of them was on fire, but Sebastian’s skin against his was hot enough to burn them both alive.
“I really want to get you upstairs,” Sebastian murmured against his mouth.
Remington ended the kiss, peppering a few closed mouth pecks against the corner of Sebastian’s tender mouth.
“You need to talk to your brother,” he said.
“I don’t want to,” Sebastian nearly pouted.
Remington smiled and leaned past him, pushing open the car door so they could both get out.“The sooner you talk to him, the sooner you’ll get fucked.”
“Remington,” Sebastian breathed out his name like a curse. “That sounds so wrong coming from you.”
Remington chuckled. “Then wait until you hear about all the things I’ve been thinking about since you’ve been gone.”
“About me?” Sebastian asked.
Remington gave Sebastian a gentle push against the shoulder, and Sebastian turned in his seat to get out of the car. Remington followed, walking after Sebastian out of the garage and into the house. The place was massive, and while it wasn’t anything Remington wasn’t familiar with, he wasn’t used to it. The marble floors and the ornate picture frames on the walls felt ostentatious and performative. His stare floated around the entry of the house—the mansion, rather, taking in the wealth and comparing it to Sebastian. Remington tried to observe the way Sebastian fit into the space, but he looked out of place as he climbed the grand staircase, almost an interloper.
