Giggling, she ignored Seb’s side glance while her thumbs rushed over the screen to reply.
SUNNY: That isn’t mortifying. It’s romantic.
HARPER: You share some psycho blood with my man.
SUNNY: Was it consensual? The BJ.
HARPER: I didn’t volunteer for it, but I enjoyed it. Is your little romantic heart still fluttering?
SUNNY: Sadly, yes I told you,I’m sick.
SUNNY: I want to feel important to someone.
SUNNY: After this trouble, of course. It’s not like I can date while someone is terrorizing my family.
HARPER: I don’t know. It worked out well with my stalker.
Sunny chuckled again. Her friend’s dark humor was so funny.
“What are you laughing at?” Seb asked. His rough voice made her jump.
“Harper thinks I should date a stalker.” She said boldly, assuming he’d catch the joke, but his jawline tightened to granite, and she felt the truck’s speed increase like he’d pressed hard on the gas pedal.
“You’re not dating a fucking stalker just because she is.”
Sunny’s eyebrows hit her hairline, surprised. “You know about that?”
“That Cain is demented as fuck? We all know what he is.”
“Hey, Harper loves him.” Only Harper needed to understand Cain. Harper was delighted with who she’d chosen. “And he’s wild about her. He went through the ritual fight for her.”
“Yeah, crazy fucker.”
For months, Cain’s offer to take beatings for five consecutive nights to date Harper was the biggest news in every chapter. They were happier than ever after his win.
Sunny felt a pang in her heart and couldn’t look away from Sebastian. She blurted out a question.
“Would you do something like that?”
He was silent. She thought he wouldn’t answer.
“For the right woman, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do.” His resonating declaration went through her like an arrow to the heart.
Yeah, that totally suited Seb’s character, she thought, choking down her emotions. One day, some woman would be the luckiest person alive to be loved by him.
And that woman would not be her.
At that moment, Sunny realized something that made a turbulent wave of guilt go through her body.
This whole time, she’d been punishing Sebastian for not returning her feelings, like it was something in his control. Every day, he showed her his care and protectiveness. And instead of being grateful for that, she’d hidden herself away to lick her wounds alone.
She hoped one day she could return to that place with him, where her heart wasn’t broken in half, and love him again just as a friend.
But none of this was Seb’s fault.
It wasn’t hers, either.
Feelings didn’t always have to align.
