Henry cleared his throat loudly. “Reel it in.”
We sat back at the same time, still lingering in each other’s orbit until we physically had to look away. Until Luca came back to the table, and I had to pretend that little moment hadn’t been fucking… electric.
Did he hate it?
It didn’t look like he did.
Sebastian’s smile didn’t leave him the rest of lunch. He kept leaning closer, asking me things, pulling me into conversation, keeping us tethered in ways we definitely weren’t supposed to be, especially with his boyfriend right next to him. We’d fall into our own little world for two seconds before remembering we had an audience. Exhilarating. And also incredibly fucking dumb.
Because Luca’s hand kept slipping onto Sebastian’s thigh.
And Sebastian kept letting it stay.
Like it belonged there.
After we were done eating and everyone was more than ready to leave the awkwardness behind, we gathered near the entrance to say goodbye. That’s when a guy stepped out of the restaurant and gave me the most obvious once-over known to man. Spanish men were the boldest fucking flirts on earth.
I snorted a laugh—just at the audacity—which he apparently took as interest. He nodded like he wanted me to follow. I shook my head, and that should’ve been the end of it. But when I looked up, Sebastian was staring straight at me.
Of course he’d seen it.
And of course he wasn’t jealous—just amused.
I leaned closer and whispered, “What?”
“Nothing,” he said too quickly.
We were far enough from the others to talk without being overheard.
“Don’t give me that,” I pressed.
Sebastian stepped closer. “I like seeing you comfortable with yourself,” he said softly. “It’s a good look on you, darling.”
And fuck—my heart kicked into a sprint.
Heat crawled up my neck as he stepped back again.
Fucking Sebastian.
They walked away, Luca beside him—not holding hands, but their shoulders brushed now and then. They didn’t look all that close. Comfortable, maybe. But not the way we’d been. Behind closed doors, anyway.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Henry asked at my side.
“No.” My eyes were still on them. “Not so bad.”
Because the truth was, I still knew Sebastian. I knew what interest looked like on his face. I knew what his heated looks meant—what they felt like. And I’d seen them today too.
Not a single one had been aimed at his boyfriend.
A smile tugged at my lips as we made our way back to Henry’s apartment.
Game on.
A soft rap sounded at my door, and Henry poked his head through the opening. “Babe, you busy?”
I rolled onto my stomach on the bed, shut my laptop, and slid it aside. “Nah, what’s up?”
He stepped in, bypassing my still mostly unpacked luggage, and sat at the foot of the bed, eyeing the suitcase for a second before shrugging. “You know these open, don’t you?”
