Game night is probably a laid-back affair, but I don’t mind being a little overdressed.
I plan to make Sebastian sweat a little.
If he chickens out on us from one interruption of my dear brother, then I’ll at least make him think twice about shutting me out.
The least he could do is talk to me about this; we could figure this out together instead of him being in his own head.
But no, he’d rather not eat breakfast with me and hide.
Yeah, I’m still bothered by that.
Our breakfasts have become my favourite time of day, so when he dropped that, it stung.
When I knock on his door, it’s Dean who opens and his reaction is the exact thing I wanted.
“Oh, darling. You look ravishing,” he says, kissing my cheek for good measure. I lean into him, probably a little more than necessary.
“Thank you, Dean. You don’t look too bad yourself,” I say, my smile sly as I walk into the apartment.
I greet Fredrick and Ian, who quickly stand when I come in. Their admiration is adorable, but the man I’m interested in doesn’t seem too eager to greet me just yet.
I ignore Sebastian, who’s standing behind the counter in the kitchen, taking my time greeting the guys.
I do have manners, so I bought a large plate of tapas-inspired dishes. I’ve made some chicken skewers and mini pizzas together with a variety of fruits and cold cuts.
When I’m all done with my greetings, I make my way over to Sebastian.
The look he gives me halts my steps.
He’s clearly not happy with me.
He’s leaning on the counter, gripping the edge with both hands as his eyes send daggers my way.
The usual playful smile is gone, and in its place is a scowl.
“Sebastian,” I say, putting down the dish in front of him. I’m tempted to turn back around, but I decide against it, wanting to push.
He has no right to be angry at me.
He’s the one backing away from us, not me.
It may be a little childish to use his friends to make him jealous, but it’s not like I’ve done anything with them.
“Lily,” he mutters.
I meet his stare, feeling like we’re arguing without saying a word.
I’m tempted to call him on his bullshit right then and there, but with his friends in the room, that could get awkward.
Therefore, when I’m tired of our staring contest, I shake my head before turning to the boys, clapping my hands together.
“Shall we get started, boys?”
Chapter 17
Sebastian
I’m in hell.
