“When two severely stubborn and opinionated people are in a relationship, they are bound to disagree. It doesn’t mean that I love you any less. It just means that we are two stubborn and opinionated people that also happen to enjoy makeup sex.”
“You still love me?” I squeaked out, the thought of what I was about to tell him breaking me even further.
“Of course I do. There is no part of me that doesn’t love you. And that is why I did what I did—because I love you so much that I would have rather risked losing you when you found out the truth, then hurt you by telling you the truth.”
Silence fell between us. Painful, awkward silence.
“Do you think what has happened between us can be fixed?” he finally spoke, releasing the stars from his gaze.
I pulled my legs to my chest. “I don’t know. I’d like to think so, but we’ve strayed so far from where we were that I just don’t know how to get back there.”
He turned to me, and I’d be lying if I said that his sharp jawline and perfect lips didn’t make me want to forget everything that had happened. “Can you be honest with me about something?” Sebastian asked when I pulled my eyes back to the sky.
My heart pounded against my ribs. “Aren’t I usually honest with you?”
“Brutally, yes.”
I snorted a laugh, then nodded.
“Is there any piece of you that still loves me?”
My teeth sunk into my lips, so tightly that I tasted a little bit of blood. “By your choice of words at my birthday party, you certainly seem to think so,” I teased, trying to sweet talk my way out of the uncomfortable topic.
“I’m serious, Maeve. I need to know. It’s killing me.”
A ramped gust of wind raced by, blowing my hair every which way while I fought my answer from escaping my lips. But I agreed to be honest, so I was.
“Yes.” More than a part of me loved him. There was not a single doubt in my mind about that.
“Then we can be fixed, because I’m still very much in love with you. And also the fact that you're still thinking about what I said at your party is a good sign.”
A soft snort of laughter blew from my nose.
His fingers teased my hand, entangling themselves in mine.
“Maeve, I really fucking miss you.”
My hair dripped into my face as I turned to look at him, chewing my lip to release some of my anxiety. “I miss you, too.”
“There is nothing I want more than to take you upstairs and kiss every inch of your body,” he breathed as he leaned forward, closing the gap between us.
I couldn't speak.
His lips brushed against my neck. “I want to take my time with you. I want to make every inch of your body feel safe and loved before I spend hours doing everything I've thought about doing to you these past weeks.”
Gods.
This was going to fucking suck.
“Seb, while we're being honest—” I began, but the continuation of his words silenced my own.
“Gods, Maeve. I mean, this has been torture. I would get on my hands and knees, crawl to you and beg if that's what it took to have you forgive me.”
Shivers coated every inch of my skin when his words cradled me in a gravelly moan.
“Do you want that?”
“I—” I gasped when he began to slowly trail kisses up my neck, and I lost my ability to think straight. “I—Yes—No…I dunno. But?—”
