When it nears the end, Lily sits up, bringing her legs on either side of mine and her arms around my neck.
I feel her weight on my thighs, and my body comes alive in seconds.
I swallow, looking into her eyes.
“Relax, I won’t kiss you,” she says, but her position is really testing my limits here.
“I’m already struggling here, and you’re not helping the case, Lily,” I tell her, resting my forehead against hers.
“We could just call Luke?” she suggests, and I’m tempted to do that.
Just get it over with.
“I need to do this in person in case he needs to get in a punch, you know,” I say, half joking, half serious.
Lily hits me lightly in the chest.
“Don’t say that.”
I rest my hand on her lower back.
“Okay. A week then,” she whispers.
“A week,” I confirm.
Chapter 20
Lily
Putting a countdown on when we’ll take the final step is like slow torture.
Every glance, touch, and moment together feels elevated. It doesn’t help that Sebastian seems to be dealing with these frustrations much better than I am.
I’ll give him a look of agony, and he’ll just chuckle.
Having a crush on him when I didn’t know if he had mutual feelings for me? Hard.
Having a crush on him and knowing he feels the same? Unbearable.
During the day, things are fine.
He comes down for our breakfast, and there will be some light touching, flirting—the usual.
Then we’ll go to the stadium, and I won’t see him for most of the day, which is good.
Being apart makes it easier not to want to kiss him senseless.
I still want that when we’re apart as well, but the urge isn’t as strong as when he’s near.
Which brings me to the biggest challenge.
After our dinners with Harriet in the evenings, I’m struggling.
Like I am right now.
We’re watching a movie—I have no idea which one. It could probably be a horror movie, and I wouldn’t even notice.
My brain is high wired on all things Sebastian.
