How could I? I’ll never meet another man like him. I’ll never love anyone the same way I love him.
“Never.”
“The best decision I’ve ever made was moving into this bedroom.” He pats the blanket. “My life changed that day.”
“Mine too.” I push my hair back from my cheek.
His gaze darts to the clock on his bedside table. “I have a meeting before work.”
I look back at the time. “It’s six.”
“I’m sorry I woke you.” His chin dips. “I’ve imagined what it would be like to make you breakfast in bed and today I had the urge. You can go back to sleep until it’s time for you to go to work.”
“Who are you meeting so early?” I breathe. “Most of the city is still asleep.”
I see the hesitation in his eyes. It’s so apparent that I’m tempted to tell him to forget it, but I don’t. I wait in silence for an answer to my question.
“My lieutenant,” he answers succinctly. “I need to go over a few things with her, so we’re meeting at a diner for breakfast.”
“I wish you could stay here with me.” I inch the sheet that’s been covering me down to expose my breasts.
His gaze follows the path of the sheet. “I wish I could too. You make it hard for me to leave.”
I lean forward to brush my lips against his. “One day will you tell me all your secrets, Sebastian?”
The question catches his breath. He stills with his lips hovering over mine. “Only if you promise they won’t chase you away.”
“I promise,” I whisper into the air between us before he presses his lips to mine for a slow, sweet kiss.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Sebastian
“You pickeda hell of a time to fall in love.” Liam lowers himself into one of the armchairs in his living room.
My brother lives on the Lower East Side in a one bedroom with a view of the East River. It’s decorated with large pieces of leather furniture and reclaimed wood tables.
All of the artwork on the walls is personal to him.
There’s a framed drawing that our niece, Winter, did for his birthday. It’s nothing more than little scribbles from some brightly colored crayons. To Liam, it’s a masterpiece.
A series of photographs line the hallway to his bedroom and bathroom. Those are of our family. Of all my siblings, Liam is the most sentimental; his heart is the softest.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I bite back with a scowl.
“You’ve got a lot going on right now, Sebastian.” He leans forward to rest his forearms on his jean-covered thighs. “You just sold your place. Your partner quit and two of your best friends are getting married.”
I set my phone down on his coffee table. “What does any of that have to do with what I’m feeling for Matilda?”
He purses his lips. “It’s not uncommon for people to look for an anchor when their life is turbulent.”
“You think I’m using Matilda to find some sense of stability in my life?”
He holds up a hand to stop me from saying more. “I’ve known you for twenty-eight-years. This is the first time I’ve ever heard you express more than a passing interest in a woman.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever met anyone like her, Wolf.”
He pauses for a beat. “I want this for you. It seems fast, Sebastian. You haven’t known her that long.”
