He groans audibly when he tugs me into his side. “When I’m here with you the world disappears. I forget all the bullshit, all the pain.”
I lean forward to place a soft kiss on his mouth. “I want to take all of your pain away.”
He cups my face, his blue eyes searing into mine. “I want that too, Matilda. Fuck, I want that.”
Just as his lips brush mine, his cell phone rings.
“Duty calls.” He closes his eyes. “I’m sorry. I have to go.”
“I know.” I kiss him one last time before he scoops his phone into his palm and answers it on his way out the door.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Tilly
“Again, Tilly.”Frannie follows those words with a clap of her hands in front of the camera. “You’ve been living in dreamland since you left San Francisco. Is it because of Boyd?”
“Boyd?” I lean closer to my phone, so my sister can see the roll of my eyes. “Why would you bring him up?”
“I know he sent you flowers.”
“You know?” I sit up straighter on my bed. “How do you know?”
“He called me to ask what color roses are your favorite,” she says proudly.
I have no choice but to wipe that smug look off of her face. “My favorite roses are white.”
Just like the ones Sebastian bought.
Did he know? Could he have known they were my favorite?
I make a mental note to ask Maya if he asked her.
“No. Our favorite roses are pink,” she says matter-of-factly.
I bow my head. I know why she thinks that. Our parents used to send us a dozen roses to share on our birthdays when we were teenagers. They were always pink, Frannie’s favorite.
I mentioned to my dad once that I thought white roses were the most beautiful. I was fourteen, and on our fifteenth birthday, another dozen roses were delivered to Frannie and me.
They were pink, all twelve of them.
“I like white roses.” I sigh.
Her brows pinch together. “You do? Really?”
She’s surprised. Frannie has always felt that we are identical in every way. It’s one of the main reasons she took my break-up with Boyd as hard as I did. She always believed that I’d marry Grant’s best friend and we’d live in houses next door to each other, having children who would be not only cousins but best friends.
“You shouldn’t have encouraged Boyd to send me the flowers.” I rub my forehead. “I’m not interested in him, Fran.”
“I saw the way you two were looking at each other when you were here.” She bats her eyelashes. “If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”
What I feel for Sebastian. That’s love.
I clear my throat. “I’m never getting back together with him.”
“You say that now, Tilly, but…”
I raise my hand to stop her. “Fran. No. It won’t happen. Boyd and I will never happen.”
