“Besides,” he said, biting his bottom lip, his eyes dancing. “Remember how hot it used to be to sneak around back in college?”
I laughed despite myself. “I remember it being scary.”
Taylor’s eyebrow arched, a smirk playing at his lips. “So that time in the library was scary?”
It had been ... something, but scary wasn't it.
Taylor had found me in the stacks and had wordlessly dropped to his knees, the spines of American history books visible behind his head. Dust motes fluttered in a shaft of sunlight from the window that looked out over the quad. I’d clamped my hand over my mouth to keep from making a sound, my free hand tangled in his hair as he swallowed me down. An elevator dinged in the distance, and footsteps that may or maynot turn down our row at any moment sounded nearby. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I shot down his throat.
After, he popped back up and kissed me deeply. I tasted myself on his tongue, my body trembling as I reached for his belt. He caught my wrist, pressed his lips to my ear, and whispered, “Tonight.” Then he turned and strolled away like he hadn’t just rocked my entire fucking world.
“If we had been caught …”
“But we weren’t,” he pointed out, shifting onto his back again. “It was hot.”
I huffed out a laugh. “Okay, fine. It was hot.”
The water was cooling around us, and I knew we should probably go to bed. Taylor had an early workout tomorrow morning, and I had a campaign schedule to memorize.
But I let myself have this for a few more minutes. Luxuriated in the weight of his body resting against mine. The steady rhythm of his breathing. The knowledge that in three short days, everything would change.
“Sebastian?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
Even though he’d said it a few times now, it still caught me off guard. Somehow, I couldn’t believe I was this lucky. That this sweet, kind, caring man lovedmeof all people.
“I love you, too.”
He tangled our fingers together under the water. “We’re going to make this work.”
I dropped a kiss to his neck, hoping like hell he was right.
CHAPTER 19
SEBASTIAN
My phone buzzedon the nightstand, lighting up the dark room. I reached for it, nearly knocking it to the ground, and fumbled to open my text messages app.
Wyatt
Fuck you Sebastian.
You were supposed to be here.
For a brief second, in my groggy, half-awake state, I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. But then I realized what day it was.
Wyatt and Celine had gotten married today.
Hooray for them.
I deleted the message, dropped my phone on the rug, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
CHAPTER 20
TAYLOR
