That doesn’t surprise me.
Remi isn’t quick to open up to people.
Which makes it even more surprising, and kind of incredible, how much he’s opened up to me.
I keep telling myself I need to stay away, but the thread tying us together always feels too short.
My mind keeps wandering where it shouldn’t.
I imagine kissing him, tasting his mouth, feeling those strong hands glide over my skin. The thought of him moving against me… I can hardly breathe.
If things were different, I’d go after him in a heartbeat.
I know he’s never been with a guy, but I’d still try.
I’d give it everything I’ve got.
But Maddie is in the middle of all this.
And no matter how much I want him, I’d never come between someone and their partner. I couldn’t do that. Not to her. Not to him.
Maybe it’s time I gave someone else a chance,
someone who might actually be available.
Since I arrived in London, I’ve kept anyone even remotely interested at arm’s length. Even at the conservatoire, where, let’s be honest, offers haven’t exactly been lacking.
But the truth is, Remi takes up so much space in my mind,
I barely notice anyone else.
Take Ian, for instance; he’s even more attractive now than he was back in school. And still, when he touched my back earlier, my first instinct was to move away.
Whereas Remi… God, Remi could touch me all day, and I’d never want him to stop.
We reach the car park, and, reluctantly, I let go of Remi’s hand as we split into two groups. He opens the back door of Francis’s car, and I automatically move to follow him
until Ian calls out.
“Seb! Come with me, yeah? We haven’t had a proper chat yet. I want to hear about your concerts, Paris, catch up a bit.”
I pause, already irritated by how pushy he sounds,
but there’s something so hopeful in his tone, I can’t bring myself to say no.
“Uh, sure, Ian. That’s fine.”
I glance back just in time to catch Remi watching me from the car. His face is tense, brows drawn. He looks like he’s about to jump out and drag me back.
The air shifts. The tension spikes. But I don’t want this night ruined, we’re supposed to be having fun.
I meet Remi’s eyes and try to reassure him:I’m fine. Really.
He probably thinks I’m on the verge of a panic attack orsomething, but not tonight.I’m okay. And I wish he’d stop worrying about me all the time.
He seems to get the message. I see him sigh, then reluctantly settle back in his seat, clearly annoyed.
I can only hope the drive to the club helps him cool off.
