He sure feels like my whole world when he lights me up with a simple look across the room.
Chapter 29
Sebastian
We’re enjoying an early-morning breakfast before Lily and I travel to the airport and back to London.
We stayed out late last night, celebrating Luke and his title, but I didn’t drink much alcohol, which I’m grateful for now.
Can’t say the same for my best friend, who’s sporting a real bad hangover.
I’m surprised he even made it to breakfast with us, but Jessica insisted they spent some time with us before we left—and what Jessica says goes.
Luke is down bad for his girl, but I can’t really say too much about it, considering my own feelings and inability to say no to Lily.
“God, I’m never drinking again. This hangover might kill me,” Luke groans into his hands.
We all chuckle around the table, Jessica laying a comforting hand on his back.
“Yeah, they didn’t hold back on you,” she says, referencing all the drinks that were treated his way yesterday.
It was practically a line of people in his team wanting to treat the newly crowned champion, myself included.
“Stop being a baby,” Lily says, happy to tease her brother about his misery.
Our food arrives, and even though the meal is nice, I’m looking forward to going back to the city and having our breakfast routine back.
Lily cooks a stellar breakfast, and it’s even better now that I get to wake up with her by my side before we start our day.
“On a serious note, Luke, we’re all very proud of you,” Lily says a while later when we’ve talked about the way that led Luke to his victory.
He’s had tough competition and challenges thrown his way, but he pushed through.
“Thanks, sis. I’m glad you made the trip—both of you,” he says, looking over to me as well.
Even though our trip was short, it was well worth it. I’m happy that we were able to be here for such a monumental moment in his career.
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“Feeling alright?” I ask Lily, who sits in the seat next to me.
We’ve been flying for about an hour, and we’ll land in the middle of the night. Then I’ll have practice, which will be tough, but I’ll manage.
“Yeah. I’m excited to go back to London,” she says, and I see my opening.
I’ve been wanting to talk to her about her project coming to an end and how we’ll move forward.
“You have two weeks left?” I ask, feeling stupid for even asking.
I know how many days she has; I’m dreading the countdown of our time together.
“Yes, then I’ll go back, and then the trip to the Caribbean, if we make it there.”
This is news to me.
Trip to the Caribbean?
“You going away?” I ask, trying to keep my tone as nonchalant as possible.
