“What?” I asked.
“Nothing.” The red spread down his neck, disappearing under his collar.
I shoved his shoulder. “Dude. Are you seriously thinking about my mom right now?”
My mom was pretty, and she was young enough that Sebastian wouldn’t be the first of my friends to be weird about her. But ew. No.
“I assure you, I amnotthinking about your mother.”
Something in his voice, or maybe it was the fact that he still refused to look at me, made me so fucking curious.
“Then why are you turning into a tomato?”
I waited. Sebastian was going to tell me—I could feel it—but then he shook his head. “Nope. Not happening.”
“What’s not happening?”
Why was he being weird?
“Seb, come on. Talk to me, man.”
He bit down on his bottom lip and rolled it through his teeth.
“Drop it.” His hand tightened on the water bottle, and he stared down at it for a second—like he’d only just remembered he was holding it—then set it on the coffee table with a shake of his head.
“You know what? Fuck it,” he said, turning to face me. “Don’t you miss it, Tay?”
“Miss what?” I asked, my brain not keeping up with the shift in conversation.
“Sex. Don’t you miss having someone’s mouth on you? Their hair in your fists? Coming down his throat?”
My dick responded before my brain caught up, and I reached down to adjust myself.
That was when I realized what Sebastian had just said.
Histhroat, not hers.
My eyes shot up at the exact moment Sebastian’s tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip. He caught me looking and froze.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my face felt hot. My stomach dropped, that roller coaster feeling when you get to the top and then suddenly you are falling.
Oh.
I was …
I wanted …
Fuck, I was attracted to my best friend.
I’d always known Sebastian was hot, the same way I knew I was decent enough to look at. But I’d never actually looked at him before, not like this.
His broad shoulders made his shirt pull tight across his chest, showing off nipples that were hard little points.
And his stupid, handsome jawline. Jesus Christ, I wanted to bite it.
The thought hit me like a body check—sudden and hard enough to knock the air out of my lungs.
This should scare you, I thought. Instead, all I felt was instant relief. Like I’d finally found the missing piece of a puzzle I didn’t know I’d been looking for.
