Sebastian is putting out all kinds of food on the table. It looks like he’s ordered breakfast for his whole football team when it’s us three plus his parents if they come over.
Sebastian makes his way over to me, pulling me close to him before dipping down and kissing me.
I sigh against his lips.
Gosh, I’ll never tire of this man and the feelings he evokes in me.
“Morning, babe,” he says.
“Morning, babe,” I murmur back, earning me a dazzling smile and a quick squeeze to my ass.
Sebastian really is an ass man.
I help him set out the plates, and just as everything is ready, his parents arrive.
“It smells lovely in here!” his mother exclaims as they enter the apartment.
His parents give both Sebastian and me hugs whilst his mother shakes her head at her eldest son.
“Joseph, how much did you have to drink last night? Would have thought you were the one scoring a goal and winning the match.”
She ruffles his hair, Joseph muttering in his seat about a headache.
Sebastian’s mom looks at him, pride in her eyes. He always plays marvellously, but having his family in the stands yesterday was something else.
He was spectacular.
I love watching him play; experiencing it together with his family was even better.
All were wearing his jersey and cheering him on.
“We’ll come back for your quarter-final,” his dad says, referring to the Champions League and our hope that his team will make it as far as possible.
His dad seems unwavering in his belief that they’ll stand at the top at the end of the season.
They have a few games left before they’ll advance to the quarter-final—if they continue playing as well as they’ve done this far.
At the mention of this, I feel a pit in the bottom of my stomach.
What will happen when I go back to the US?
We have only a few weeks left before I return to my life in Seattle.
Will we do a long-distance relationship?
Is this even a relationship?
I should probably talk to Sebastian about these things, but I’m worried about what he’ll say.
Scared he’ll say this is a temporary situation.
Fucking terrified if he tells me it’s not.
I’ve had some flings, but those have been casual. Not really anything I’ve spent much time dwelling on, wondering about what we are.
Whenever my friends have talked about the need to define something between them and their man, I’ve never felt the need.
Going with the flow and not worrying too much has always been my strategy.
