“But you finally kissed,” Olivia lowers her coffee, some seriousness entering my best friend’s face. I may not have told her I had feelings for Bast, but she knew because she always knows with me. We’ve been friends our entire lives; she knows everything about me.
“We did,” I nod, licking my lips, “I want more, Oli.”
She softens, “Does he?”
“He said he did but it’s Sebastian. He’s a playboy. How long before he gets bored?” I look toward the window, afraid to show the vulnerability no matter who Olivia is to me, but she’s patient and waits. “I don’t want to be another notch in his bedpost.”
“I’ve seen the way he looks at you,” Olivia rolls her lips, “Perhaps you both could have gone the rest of your lives not knowing, but there’s always going to be that what if, isn’t there? You’ll never know unless you give it a shot.”
“Like you gave your husband a shot?” I throw back playfully. Malakai and Oliviadid notstart off on the best foot, but I guess an arranged marriage to a man you don’t know, who also happens to be the king of an underground deadly organization that employs actual assassins would do that.
“Hey,” She scrunches her nose, “We’re here aren’t we?”
I sip on my coffee, “What do I do now?”
“You go home and if he is still there, you fuck himand see what happens.”
My eyes bug out, “Olivia!”
“What!?” She laughs, “It’s what you would tell me to do.”
“Yes, but that’s because it’s you!” I blush, “Not me. What if he fucks me and then ghosts me!? Do you know how awkward it would be for me to come to your house! He is always there!”
“He won’t ghost you, Wills,” Oli says gently, “Regardless of what happens, that man worships you as a friend, I doubt he’ll be willing to let that go.”
Sebastian and I are amazing friends, and have been since we met but how would it change if we did finally give in. We’ve already gone further than we ever have before, and it feels okay right now…
“Is he still at your apartment?” Olivia asks.
“I don’t actually know,” I reply. He probably isn’t which is a good thing, right? Gives me longer to think on whether fucking one of my best friends would be a good idea.
“Okay, well I guess we need to find out, cause that’s Malakai,” Oli points to the black Maserati waiting at the sidewalk to pick Olivia up, “And you’re going to go home and see if there’s still a naked man in your apartment.”
I blanch, “What do I do!?” Panic sets in, making my heart race. I was full of confidence this morning,mostly fueled by my anger and then desire as well as seeing what I do to him but fuck, the adrenaline has worn off and nerves are starting to set in.
“Go be Willow,” Olivia says sternly, “And show that man what he’s fucking won because if he doesn’t realize it already, then he’s too stupid for you anyway.”
“You have to say that,” I laugh, walking to the door with her, “You’re biased.”
She scoffs, “No I just don’t like bullshit. Go home. Text me what happens.”
Swallowing, I nod and give her a hug before Malakai helps her into the car and they merge into the city traffic, heading back to their sprawling estate an hour outside of the city. There was a time we were inseparable, when she lived only around the corner, but I guess we all have to grow up sometime.
I call a cab and head back to my apartment building. It’s been a few hours since I left Sebastian in my apartment, and I really don’t know if he’ll still be there. I check the time on my cell and see it’s a little before five p.m. The shopping trip and coffee date with Olivia was needed and kept my mind off it all, but now the silence is making me question everything.
I pay the fee and get out, hurrying into the apartment building and punch in my code for the elevator, chewing on my thumb nail before my cell starts to ring in my purse.
I stare at Sebastian’s name on the screen, “Hello?” Ianswer.
“Are you coming back?” There’s something in his tone that makes me pause.
“Yes?” My answer comes out more like a question as I glance at the floor numbers. I’m almost at my apartment, “Why?”
“Well, I–”
The doors open into my foyer, and I step out, seeing him immediately as he paces back and forth. He’s in a pair of grey sweats, freshly showered and shirtless and there’s a deep frown pulling down his brows.
“Hey,” I breathe.
