Ever since we got to London, he’s all work and no play. It’s clear that life over here is focused on work for him, but he does live here.
That means he also needs to implement some fun in his life. I want to bring out all sides of him, and I know he’s got it in himself.
He took Luke skydiving to cheer him up during a rough patch with Jessica.
I almost can’t believe an adrenaline junkie like that doesn’t want to enjoy a can of soda.
But the rush of a skydive or a bungee jump gives him more than soda.
It does make sense.
I pull one of the blankets over my legs and snuggle more into the sofa, enjoying the story of two people falling in love by annoying the living shit out of each other.
Chapter 9
Sebastian
I look over to Lily, finding her fast asleep beside me, still with around twenty minutes remaining of the movie.
I noticed her freaking quoting the actors earlier, so I know she loves this movie and has probably seen it more times than I can count.
It isn’t the worst movie I’ve seen. The banter between the characters reminded me of the dynamic I’ve fallen into with Lily.
Growing up together, I’ve always known her as a fun spirit, always teasing her brother and me about various things.
And we were teasing her right back, which is why she’s so quick with her retorts.
Being here alone with her makes it even more amusing.
And sizzling.
Now it’s just the two of us—no one here to set those boundaries that I probably should.
I take in the sleeping beauty on my sofa. Her hair is sprawled out across the pillows behind her, and she’s breathing heavy.
The urge to run my fingers down her cheek is screaming at me, but I resist—for now, at least—and continue looking at her.
For me, this is home, at least one of my homes.
Lily just packed up her life and followed me to London, when she was supposed to be staying in Seattle.
And she doesn’t seem scared or anxious about anything.
Other than horror movies.
She wasn’t joking when she told me I need to live a little. Her outlook on life sure seems like a lot of fun, and even though I know I can be a lot like her in that regard, I realise I may have fallen into a routine characterised by health and performance.
Which is a good thing, but I still need balance.
I decide that whilst Lily is here, I’ll try to enjoy London more, knowing she’ll probably drag me around to see all the sights and explore the city.
As I gaze down at her, I can’t stop the urge to touch her and run my fingers lightly down her cheek.
When she stirs, but only snuggles more closely to my hand, I hold my breath, afraid she’ll wake up—and really hoping she doesn’t—so I can touch her a little longer.
When the movie ends, the urge to lift her into my arms and carry her to my bed so she can sleep more comfortably overwhelms me.
Restraint holds me back, knowing nothing good would come out of that.
