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“Stay there. I’ll start the fire and bring us some food and drinks.”
I observed as Sebastian did just that. Taking care of me, even though it was his dog that was in the animal hospital.
The whole thing had hit me like a Mack truck.
But with the fire warming my skin and the blanket covering my lap, I started to feel human again.
“Here you go,” Sebastian said, returning with a sandwich. “Sorry it’s not the dinner you made. Since it had been left out, I didn’t run the risk of it making us sick.”
Potato chips accompanied the sandwich, and I bit into one, craving the salt. Sebastian then walked to his mini-bar and poured us two short glasses of what appeared to be whiskey. He silently handed me one and then sank into the seat next to me.
Not his usual spot.
His arm brushed against mine as he drank deeply from his glass. His Adam’s apple bobbing and his eyes closing. “Fuck.”
“Is it all catching up to you?”
He hummed.
I put a hand over his, wanting to touch him. Wanting to anchor him as he’d done for me. We ate the sandwiches with our free hands but the peanut butter tasted like chalk to me, so I stuck to the chips. When I finished mine, I stole from him. Sebastian said nothing as he grabbed the rest of my sandwich.
Nobody talked about how intimate it was stealing food off someone’s plate, and yet it felt to me like a new level of relationship had been unlocked.
We polished off our food, and I felt more human after each bite. Sebastian removed our plates and set them on the small coffee table in front of us.
I tried a sip of the whiskey and regretted it immediately. “Holy shit, this is going to put hair on my chest.”
Sebastian released a warm chuckle. “I hope not.”
“What’s in that? Bleh.” I pulled my legs up to my chest, turning to get a better look at him. We were only a few inches apart.
His lips twitched. “Not a fan of whiskey then?”
“Apparently not. I swear I’ve had good whiskey before, but that stuff is strong.”
“Some people think it’s actually smooth.”
“I find that hard to believe and I’d fight anyone who suggested otherwise.” Maybe that sip was making me feisty. I took another one and immediately spat it back in the glass.
Sebastian lifted the glass from my hand. “I’m not even going to tell you how much money that little sip of whiskey cost that you just spat back into my glass. Let’s get you something more your speed.”
I sighed. “That would be lovely. And feel free to invoice me.”
“I’ll have my assistant take care of it in the morning.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh please, like you have an assistant. You do everything yourself. You’re a masochist like that.”
He smirked. Smirked! And left my side.
Sebastian undid the buttons at his wrist and zshushed up his sleeves, revealing corded muscle. “Wine or something else?”
I swallowed hard, daydreaming about what it would be like to have those hands on me.
“Faith.”
Shit. “Wine, please,” I said, adjusting the blanket around me, fiddling while Sebastian made my drink and returned to the couch. The leather shifted under his weight, rolling me into him, my hand accidentally landing in his lap.
On something hard in his lap.
