I smile proudly, “It’s one of my sister’s favorites too.”
She softens at the mention of Savannah, my little sister, “How is she?”
“Coming back from tour next week,” I tell her, secretly thankful that she is. Savannah is the only family I have, I practically raised her since our parents were non-existent in our lives and left us mostly with nannies and their staff. She’s only twenty-three to my thirty-two but sometimes I forget she is, in fact, anadult.
“She’s safe, Bast,” She says as if reading my thoughts.
“It’s hard to remember sometimes,” I admit, “She’s off touring the country and so much can happen.”
Willow smiles tenderly, “Savvy isn’t stupid nor naïve, she can look after herself.”
“You’re right,” I agree. And I did agree, and I was so fucking proud of her for following her dreams. And in one aspect I’m grateful she is away from the mess of my life and the demons that follow me, but I also know how this world works.
“She’s invited us to the show next month,” Willow continues, “Will you be going?”
I try to go to every Ballet show she dances in when I can, so I nod, “Yes.”
We eat dinner in silence mostly, though it’s comfortable and once we finish, we clean up and end up on the couch, a movie playing on the TV as the lights of the city twinkle beyond the window.
Willow lays against me, my arm curled around her and for a second I pretend.
I pretend I deserve this, pretend there aren’t monsters lurking in every shadow.
And I pretend I am not one of them.
Chapter Eleven
Ithink I fall asleep.
Which is completely ridiculous because before dinner I was ready to climb this man like a tree and still damn needy enough to do it, despite the mind-blowing orgasm he gave me with just his mouth and fingers. But he’s now carrying me toward the bedroom, my body cradled in his arms, and I can’t remember how I got here.
“Bast?” My voice is scratchy and soft.
“Shh,” He whispers, using his foot to push open the bedroom door. I expect him to set me down at the door, but he carries me all the way to the bed and gently lays me on it, tugging at the sheets.
“You’re staying?” I’m suddenly wide-awake wondering if I dreamed that whole thing.
A boyish grin pulls up his sensual mouth and a twinkle lightens the green of his eyes, “You want me to, Red?”
I narrow my eyes at his teasing and grab the sheets, throwing them down and then flick my eyes to the space next to me, telling him without words to get in.
He’s so damn cocky. I’ve never liked arrogance but on Sebastian, he wears it so well. I guess it’s because he has proof to back up that ego of his. Pretty sure I’d be the same if I was him.
He chuckles lightly as he shoves at his sweats and kicks them off before he climbs in next to me in just his boxers.
The fairy lights give the room a warm, golden glow, casting light across the plains of his face.
“Go back to sleep, Wills,” He rasps as he stares back at me.
I shake my head against the pillow, “I don’t want to.”
His brow quirks up, “What do you want to do?”
Swallowing I start to shift toward him before I lose my nerve and let my hand fall against his hard chest, nails scraping against his skin enough to leave a mark. He doesn’t make a sound as he watches me, focused on where I touch him.
“I always wanted to know what you felt like,” I admit in a whisper.
“Touch wherever you want,” His tone is all gravel.
