I don’t know what I expected from Lily.
But as soon as we left US soil, it’s like she’s even more carefree and doesn’t have a worry in the world.
I’ve always known her to be cheerful, but this is a whole new level.
Is she flirty and daring like this with every guy she meets?
If she is, I’m going to be hanging by a thread if, or when, she talks to men on this adventure of hers.
When the doors almost close on me, I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts as I make my way out of the elevator and to my apartment.
Usually, I would call my best friend about women’s troubles. But when the woman at hand is his sister, I’m left to deal with this alone.
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After a good night’s sleep, I feel more ready to handle Lily.
We’re meeting up for a late breakfast before we head to the stadium.
I take the elevator down to her floor, Lily insisting that she would make breakfast instead of heading out to a restaurant.
I don’t mind, as long as I get some nutrition into my body before practice.
I knock on her door, and Lily swings it open, a bright smile on her lips.
“Morning, Sebastian.”
I take in her outfit, trying not to make my admiration too obvious. She’s wearing skin-tight jeans, and when she turns around, I nearly groan out loud.
Christ.
No way the guys on my team won’t already notice her beauty from her face alone.
With jeans and an ass like that, she’s fucking doomed.
Or maybe that’s just me.
When I get a hold of myself, I follow her into the apartment and am instantly met with a delicious smell of the food Lily is cooking for us.
Now, I do groan out loud.
“It smells amazing in here, Lily. What are you making?”
I make my way over to the stove, where she’s flipping something in the pan.
“I’m making omelettes and roasted potatoes. Figured you’ll need protein and carbs, and vegetables are always a good idea.”
My mouth nearly waters at the food in front of me. It looks incredible; smells even better.
How Lily has managed to get all these groceries already is beyond me.
That’s one of the things I forgot to think about when getting the apartment ready for her.
Luckily, the apartment was already furnished, so I didn’t have to call in too many favours.
I made sure she had clean, fresh bed sheets, towels, soap, and things she probably hadn’t prioritised in those two big suitcases of hers.
My own personal housekeeper and chef helped me get everything ready for her.
