“Mostly you, it was more entertaining,” he chuckles, making my own amusement rise.
He fucking loves seeing me suffer.
And I got stubborn.
I probably should have just admitted I was scared.
“Asshole,” I mutter, my own smile breaking through.
Sebastian finds the popcorn, puts it in the microwave, and gestures towards the living room.
“Come on, you can choose the movie.”
We settle into the couch again, this time with me browsing through the selections.
I decide it’s only fair that I get my payback by choosing the cheesiest romantic comedy I know and like.
I don’t dare try anything new; I just want to watch a comfort movie after the horror of The Conjuring.
How to Lose a Guy in 10 days starts playing, and Sebastian gets up to grab the popcorn and a can of Coke Zero for me.
As a health freak, his beverage of choice is sparkling water with pomegranate flavour. His whole fridge is stocked with it.
The can of Coke Zero for me must have been something left by one of his friends, because I haven’t ever since this man drink soda.
“God, you really need to start living, Sebastian,” I tell him.
A can of soda won’t kill him, and it’s even without sugar!
“I’m living just fine, Lily.”
He takes a long sip of his drink.
“I don’t believe that. You probably only ever drink that or regular water. Do you go out? Have sex with girls?”
He coughs, making me laugh once again, because this is the second time today I’m making this man choke.
Some of his precious sparkling water spills on the floor whilst Sebastian struggles to calm his breathing, the carbonic acid probably making it more difficult.
“Oh, dear. I swear I’m not trying to kill you,” I say, getting a flashback to this morning when I told him I’d seduce his coach to get the best seats at the stadium.
“You really need to stop talking about sex when I have food or drinks in my mouth,” he mumbles, finally recovering from his coughs.
I study him, trying to read his expression but coming up pretty blank.
It’s fun getting to know him better.
“Okay. I’ll just talk about sex when you’re not eating and drinking then.”
I go back to watching the movie, feeling his eyes on me out of the peripheral of my vision.
Those damn tingles won’t calm down when I feel his attention on me, but it’s a pleasant feeling.
When I look over, he quickly averts his eyes, back to the TV.
Maybe I shouldn’t talk about sex around this man at all. But it’s so fun to see him all flustered whenever I surprise him.
I also think he does need to live a little.
