I may have just found the next match made in heaven.
“Are you smiling like that because of me?” Sebastian asks from where he’s now standing next to me. “I’m ready to leave if you are, Matilda.”
I look into his eyes. “What about that after dinner dance you promised me?”
He bends down to kiss my forehead. “I have something else in mind that I think you’ll like even more.”
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Sebastian
“It’s huge, Sebastian.”
I smile. “You can’t get a better view of it than right here.”
She finally backs away from the telescope to look at me. “I had no idea that the moon looked like that. I’ve only seen it with my naked eye.”
Naked.
It’s how I want her and she will be soon, but when we got home from Brant’s wedding, I wanted to show her the full moon through the lens of my telescope.
“This isn’t the telescope that you got when you were a kid, is it?”
I look up at the sky. “That one is long gone. I bought this one for my twenty-fifth birthday.”
It was an investment I made in myself. At my old building, I’d spend hours on the roof gazing at the stars. Tonight is the first time I’ve brought it out here.
It felt right to share that experience with her.
“I get the fascination now.” She pushes her hair back when the light wind whips it against the side of her face.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. The most beautiful I’ll ever know.
“I can teach you about the stars.” I sweep my hand in the air.
She reaches up to fist her hand in her hair. “I’d like that.”
“We can go back to the apartment now.” I watch her as her eyes take in the night sky.
“Look.” Her hand leaves her hair to dart out in front of her. “Isn’t that a shooting star?”
I close the distance between us with a few steps as I glance in the direction she’s pointing. “It is.”
She grabs hold of the lapels of my suit jacket. “We each have to make a wish.”
I know the routine. I did it throughout my childhood, but not one of those shooting star wishes ever came true.
“Close your eyes and make your wish.” Her lips brush my chin. “Do it now before it’s too late.”
I do. I close my eyes, rest my head against hers and wish for a lifetime of moments just like this.
When I open my eyes, I catch her wiping a tear from her face.
“What did you wish for, Matilda?” I whisper.
“I can’t tell you…”
“Or it won’t come true?”
