Sebastian tilted his head to the side. “You’re different now.”
“A new man?” he scoffed.
“No, just…” Sebastian squinted. “I don’t know. Different.”
“Good or bad?” he rasped.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, that’s not good,” Remington said, turning as Sebastian walked past him into the living room. He watched him gather up his wallet and phone, which he glared at fiercely before swiping something off the screen and shoving it into his pocket.
“Areyouokay?” Remington asked.
“Fine. Just my brother.”
“Do you need to call him?”
“No,” Sebastian muttered, “I need to call my attorney.”
“That doesn’t sound okay.”
“It’s fine,” Sebastian snapped, before offering a fake smile. “It’s fine.”
“You’re lying,” Remington pointed out.
“It’llbefine.”
“Well.” Remington bit the bullet. “I’m not okay.”
“Distracted,” Sebastian repeated back Remington’s earlier answer.
“I don’t know what happens next,” he said.
Sebastian gestured toward the door. “Brunch. With Jace and Callahan.”
“I mean here. With us,” he said. “This happened so quick.”
Sebastian dragged his tongue over the front of his teeth and gave Remington a quick look that had him feeling like he’d said the wrong thing, but before he could address it, the look had vanished. He adjusted his glasses, but all he found was Sebastian’s indifferent and smug face.
“It doesn’t need to be anything besides what it is,” Sebastian said. “You tell me what to do and I do it, and then you put your dick inside me if you want to.”
“That diminishes it.”
“Does it?” Another sharp look that had Remington mentally backpedaling so quickly he couldn’t even get the right words out of his mouth. “We should go. Do you want to drive?”
“Sure,” he managed an answer.
“Great,” Sebastian said. “Then I will be drinking after all, I think.”
The ride to the restaurant was tense and mostly silent, and not at all befitting the intensity of the previous two nights they’d shared together. Remington itched to reach over the console and take Sebastian’s hand, to kiss him, to smack him, to dosomething. But he didn’t. He didn’t feel like he had the right. He worried Sebastian would go along with it out of obligation, not out of mutual desire, and that was the last thing he wanted.
So he did nothing.
When they reached the table where Jace and Callahan already sat, Sebastian tugged at Callahan’s collar. “Come get drinks with me.”
“We can order.” Callahan looked around the patio. “The waitress should be back around soon.”
“Come get drinks with me,” Sebastian said again, eyes flashing.
