“It’s a monster, Sebastian.” I plant my hands on my hips. “Can you get it please?”
“Well since I’m here,” His tone is dripping in sarcasm.
I hold my breath as I watch him put away his gun andcross the room to it, bending down as he curls his fingers over the top and guides the thing into his palm. When he stands, there’s no more black, hairy beast on my floor.
“I’ll take it out,” He huffs, “Get off the dresser before you hurt yourself.”
I do as he asks and jump onto my bed, landing on my ass in the middle of the mattress before I cross my legs and stick my thumb nail between my teeth. I have the creeps now that won’t go away for a few hours. Fucking spiders.
He returns quickly and stands in my doorway, his hands on his hips with one brow quirked in my direction, “We need to talk about what you consider dangerous and what actuallyisdangerous. I thought you were hurt.”
“I could have been!” I defend. “Did you see the size of that thing!?”
“Willow.”
My teeth bite together at the tone. “What?”
He takes a deep breath and softens, “Three days.”
Inwardly I cringe and say nothing.
“You haven’t replied to me in three days and the first time you speak to me you need rescuing.” He glances around my room, “What are you doing in here?”
I look at the mess I’ve made, all my furniture isaskew and away from the walls, my bed sitting smack in the middle. “Rearranging.” I tell him like it’s a completely normal thing to do at this time.
“Why?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” I shrug, “And I thought maybe my feng shui was off.”
“Your feng shui?” The side of his mouth quirks up, sensing bullshit.
“I looked it up,” I shrug, “There’s no reason for me not to be able to sleep!”
“Maybe it’s because you were missing me, Red.” He strolls across the room, stopping at the foot of my bed.
Fuck he looks good; how does he look this good this early in the morning? There isn’t a single crease to his entirely black outfit, the stretch of his shirt over his muscles frazzling something in my brain. His stubble is a little thicker, his hair a little disheveled, and his green eyes are bright.
The little half smile, where one side of his mouth is cocked up into a grin, sinking in a dimple that does something to my body. I want to put my finger in it and taste the smile on my tongue.
Swallowing, I bounce my eyes away from his lips, back to his eyes, “Someone thinks highly of themself.” My words come off breezy, a complete contradiction to what I’m feeling. But then my mind catches up to me. He’s dressed, impeccably, his hair lookslike hands have been ran through it…
Oh.
“I’m sorry,” I swallow. “I shouldn’t have called you.”
The smile drops off his face.
I may want Sebastian, but it doesn’t change the fact that so does every other woman in this city. It’s no secret he has a different woman on his arm every week, even if I have never seen one there, I’ve heard enough stories to paint the picture. And he doesn’t want me so of course he’ll be entertaining someone else.
“Where did your head just go?”
“Nowhere,” I shake my head, remembering how he walked away from me in my kitchen. I thought he was going to kiss me, finally, after all these months, he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t, and it had left a cold chill in my body that has remained there since. I can take rejection, it’s not the first time it’s happened, and it won’t be the last, but what I can’t handle is the whiplash. Or the stringing along.
And that’s why I have ignored him.
I have to get over this little crush. For my own sanity.
“Guess I’m tired after all.” I lie.
