“I thought I would get out of your hair. You’ve already done so much,” I tell him.
I can’t help but feel like a burden to him, especially when I’ve been sick.
“Nonsense. Please stay, Lily. Dinner will be ready soon, and Harriet will be offended if you don’t eat with us.”
I’d love nothing more.
“Okay, I’ll stay. Can’t offend Harriet,” I say, even though I get the feeling that we both just want to spend more time together.
Chapter 19
Sebastian
Over the next few days, things go back to normal. Lily stays one more day in my apartment before she insists for the hundredth time to go back down to her flat.
I’m tempted to tell her that I don’t want her to stay just because she’s been sick; I just want her to stay.
These last few days have been good for us. It forced us to talk again, and with Lily being down and exhausted, she didn’t have enough energy to argue with me.
So now, we’re back to our routine of eating breakfast before going to the stadium and going home together for dinner with Harriet.
At least something good came out of her falling sick.
She wanted to attend my game on Wednesday, but after some conviction on my part, she stayed home and watched it on TV.
She still had a slight fever, and without someone watching her, I didn’t want to risk her fainting again.
She called me dramatic, but I’ll take that over having a scare like that again.
I’ve also made up with the guys.
Suppose I can call it that. It’s not like we fought on game night, but my behaviour was uncalled for.
I was a moody bastard the whole evening, shooting daggers at them for looking and interacting with Lily.
When I mentioned it, they just laughed and told me they liked to rile me up. I’m not usually one who gets his temper going, so the guys saw this as the perfect opportunity to get under my skin.
Nevertheless, I apologised for being a dick.
After practice, I make my way to the office space I know Lily prefers.
Sometimes I’ll look for her and find her in a new spot, but today, she’s in the regular space, overlooking the field.
She beams when she sees me and starts packing up her stuff.
I’m reaching for her hand without even thinking, but luckily, she doesn’t seem to notice before I’ve gathered myself and pulled it back.
The number of times I’ll do something like that…
Reach for her hand, linger a little too long in a hug, or think about kissing her before catching myself.
I’m planning on doing all those things, but I need to talk to Luke first.
I finally got the clear to go to Vegas. It will be a short trip, but one worth making. This time, we’re flying private to save some time as well.
I’m going to talk to him in Vegas—if I manage to make it that far before crossing the line.
Lily seems to understand my struggles without saying anything.
