“About tonight,” Sebastian starts, “That was out of order of me. I’m sorry.”
Chapter Four
She watches me intently over the rim of her coffee cup, face free of her makeup which shows off all those adorable freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks. Her blue eyes assess me, one groomed brow arched.
The problem is, I can’t have Willow, I know what’ll happen if we do, but I don’t like seeing another man on her either. Which is completely unfair and ridiculous.
You don’t want me but no one else can have me either.
Wanting Willow isn’t the issue. I want her like I need the next breath in my lungs. But I put up that line, drew it in the sand and placed myself on one side andher on the other.
“Wills,” I start, and that brow just arches higher. I can’t bullshit with her. She sees right through it every time. “Look, you can do better than some asshole you meet in a club. He just wanted to fuck you.”
“Maybe that’s what I wanted too,” She counters, placing her coffee down.
My stomach knots and jealousy, hot and violent surges through me.
“No, you don’t.” I snarl, trying to temper my rage but the bite is right there in my words.
She scoffs, unfazed by my bite, “Don’t pretend to know what I want, Bast.”
My teeth grind painfully together.Me.She wants me. We both know it. Everyone fucking knows it.
I take a precarious step toward her, that tight rope strung between us pulling taut. If only it snapped, then maybe I could let us both fucking go. But this is it, the way it’s been for months, ever since I fucking met her and had her pretty body on my lap.
She watches me intently, her pink lips parted as she gathers her thick, red hair and pulls it over one shoulder. I let my eyes drop down her and swallow. So effortlessly sexy and she doesn’t even fucking know it. The girl could be wearing a trash bag and make it look like the sexiest fucking lingerie, and these fleecy pajamas are no different. Does she know that the button down literally clings to her every curve, givingme a full view of the shape of her breasts, her nipples poking at the material in the front.
My cock twitches just thinking about having my hands on them, on her, feeling all that flesh under my palms, sinking in deep between her legs until she’s full of me, screaming my name.
My fingers curl into my palms as I take another step.
Her face twists into confusion, but she holds her ground, tilting her face up to keep her eyes on me.
“We both know who you want.” I remind her.
I need to end this. Take a step back, leave the apartment immediately. But then I see his hands on her again, her body pressed up to him as they dance.
It should be me! It should bemyfucking hands.
Another step.
“What are you doing, Sebastian?” Her voice is steady and clear. She doesn’t back down and is fully prepared for me, like she always is. She handles me, all of me, the good, the bad, and the fucking ugly. She’s seen me for who I am, seen the blood on my hands, the rage in my eyes. She knows. But she stands there like she isn’t facing down a monster.
“Who do I want, Bast?” She asks a second question.
Another step. There are another three before I make it to her, there’s enough time for me to turn around. To leave.
“Me,” I growl.
“We’ve been here,” She reminds me, blue eyes sparking to life.
“Too many fucking times.” I agree.
Now there’s only two steps to go. I’m close enough I see the darker flecks of blue in her eyes, like a halo around the lighter shades, framed by long lashes a shade or two darker than her hair. There are so many different colors in her hair, some so light it’s the color of sand with strands weaved through the color of rust.
Her lashes flicker as I take another step. So fucking close I can smell her, so damn sweet I can only imagine what she’ll taste like on my tongue. It’s enough to make my mouth water.
I close the final step, lifting a hand to wrap it around the nape of her neck while my thumb presses over her frantic pulse, feeling her heartbeat fluttering like a butterfly trapped in a mason jar. I tip her head back, letting my thumb stroke soft circles on her skin.
