My hands glided along his arms that wrapped around my waist, and I locked my fingers between his. “Sebastian?” I said faintly.
“Hmmm,” he murmured into my neck.
“I wanted to get your thoughts on something …”
“What’s that?”
Sebastian took hold of my wet hair and started to lather up my green apple shampoo, massaging his fingers through the strands like they were delicate silk. He tilted my head back and trickled hot water over it, each drop tingling my skin.
“I was thinking about going back to university part-time after summer.”
He paused. “I think that’s a really good idea.”
“You do?” I turned my head to meet his eyes.
“Of course. As much as I love having you as my PA, I know it’s not what you wanted to do with your life. Besides, you’re not that great at spreadsheets anyway,” he teased.
I elbowed him. “You were the one who trained me, so I’d say there’s something wrong with the teacher.”
“Probably. He is a bit of a prick when it comes to spreadsheets and how particular he is.”
“You’re not wrong there,” I laughed.
“You’re not meant to agree.”
“Oh, please, we both know you like having things a certain way. I’m surprised you’ve let me add my touch to the house. You were exactly the same when we were younger.”
“I’ve always been that way, even when I was a boy. It was probably one of the only things my dad didn’t have something negative to say about.”
I paused for a moment. He’d never really told me much about his childhood, but over the years I’d gathered enough information to imagine it was the complete opposite of mine.
I leaned up and kissed his lips softly. “We should get a dog.”
He let out a little laugh. “You want a dog?”
“Yes. Imagine coming home from work and snuggling up on the sofa with it. Taking it out for walks together. Letting it dig up the garden.”
“You have me to snuggle up on the sofa with, and there’s no way anyone or anything is digging up my garden.”
“God forbid that perfect Chelsea grass of yours ended up with holes in it,” I teased, cupping some bubbles in my hand and attaching them to his stubble. “Lighten up. It’ll be fun.”
“What, like this?”
He pulled me back into him, and I let out a playful scream. He started tickling me again as he tried to kiss me with the bubbles on his face.
“Sebastian,” I laughed as his lips found mine.
Our laughter soon died down, and I turned to straddle him, wrapping my arms around his neck and lacing my fingers through his hair. His hands slid up my back, pulling our bodies flush together as our lips parted for a moment. The heat between my thighs coiled in my core, waiting to be set free. His eyes flicked over my face, and his hands ran up my neck, cupping my cheeks as he gazed into mine.
“I will never get enough of you,” he whispered against my lips.
2
Sebastian
“You look gorgeous,” I said.
My eyes drifted over the silk dress she was wearing. Midnight blue was her colour. It brought out the grey in her eyes—those beautiful moon-like eyes I loved so much. Her blonde hair sat in loose, wavy curls, framing that perfect face of hers.
