She is a fantastic chef.
Chapter 18
Lily
I drift in and out of sleep, thinking I’m a little bit better, but then the fever will rise again, leaving me exhausted and ready for a nap once again.
When I wake up, the clock on the nightstand says it’s almost midnight.
I look around, taking in the room, and only realise where I am.
I’ve never been in Sebastian’s bedroom, but this must be it.
It’s big and modern, but with hints of him all over.
To my right, it appears to be an entrance to a walk-in closet. He can’t have that in his guest bedroom, can he?
Maybe he does.
As I noted when I got here, he is rich as fuck, which means he could have walk-in closets in every room.
But there are some other items in this room that confirm my suspicion.
His workout bag lies in the chair in the corner of the room. On the nightstand sits a book and a picture frame with none other than my brother and Sebastian.
It’s a beautiful picture; they’re smiling toward the camera with go-kart racing suits around their waist.
I remember this story.
Sebastian will never let Luke live down the fact that he, a Formula 1 driver, lost to him.
Those boys have been through a lot together, and I realise I may have been too hard on Sebastian over these last few days.
Wanting him to take that step, but not seeing it from his perspective.
I can tell he’s struggling, wanting to do the right thing; it’s one of the many qualities I adore about him. It’s just frustrating when that prohibits him from starting anything with me.
I’m burning up again, and decide that a shower is needed.
Having a fever means taking clothes on and off all the time. I grab one of the t-shirts resting on top of the drawers.
It covers me past my butt, and smells like Sebastian.
When I make my way out to the living room, I’m not expecting to run into anyone.
I yelp when I spot Sebastian, shirtless, whilst he’s watching TV.
“Why are you up this late? Don’t you have practice tomorrow?”
He looks up at me, takes in my attire, and a small smile appear on his lips.
“Nice outfit,” he murmurs.
It may be my fever playing games with me, but the playful, flirty Sebastian seems to be making an appearance.
After the last few days of strain and tension between us, it feels good.
I sit down on the couch, suddenly feeling very exposed with just the t-shirt, but it’s not like he’s wearing much either.
