“Try me.” He meant it.
If he had to get unhinged to get her attention, watch him lose the fucking plot in the parking lot. He didn’t have a shameful bone in his body. If they gained an audience, so fucking what?
But Sunny cared about shit like that, so he was smiling as he rounded the hood, holding her burning stare the whole time.
Seb opened her door and stood there, staring.
Letting her decide for herself. Before he took over.
THREE
Sunshine
A pulse of awareness volleyed through the middle of Sunny as she stared into the darkest brown eyes. They were so dark, like two black dots staring back.
She knew what he was doing.
Sebastian’s patience was arrogant—he knew people would do what he wanted.
She’d been one of those people, so eager to do as he said.
She’d listened to everything he’d ever said because she’d been under the illusion he loved her as much as she adored him.
There were no words from him, but he cocked his brow, and she felt the tickle of irritation in the back of her skull. She wanted to yell that he wouldn’t get his way this time. But knowing she was stuck with him for hours, she chose her battles.
Inhaling to steady her nerves, she turned to grab her wallet.
“You won’t need that,” he said.
Of course not. Sunny didn’t think she’d ever paid for a thing when Sebastian was around. Even if she’d dropped into a pharmacy to grab feminine things, he would whip out a card to pay before she could. Things were now different, but whatever. If he wanted to pay for the food, she’d order two hundred pancakes out of spite.
She dropped out of the truck, the cold nipping at her cheeks as she stuffed her hands into her jacket pockets and headed toward the diner without waiting for him. But she was wholly aware of Sebastian’s firm footsteps behind her. He beat her to the door, opening it for her. After removing her coat, she located a small table by the window and grabbed a menu. Sebastian sat opposite her.
“What can I get you, folks?” the friendly server asked.
“Can I please get a stack of blueberry pancakes with whipped cream and blueberry sauce? Also, an egg sandwich with lightly buttered toast and a flat white coffee with two sugars. Thank you.”
“And you, honey?” the middle-aged woman asked Sebastian.
“I’ll take a sausage egg biscuit and a black coffee.”
“You got it. I’ll be back in a few.” She smiled, leaving them alone. Sunny would have paid for her to stay.
“You don’t need to be nervous, Sunny.” He said from across the table. She flicked her gaze up to see him watching her.
“I’m not.” She flushed.
“You only carb load when you’re feeling anxious. Nothing will happen. We’ll be home soon enough.”
He was right. Her system constantly screamed for carbs as comfort.
“I’m just hungry.” She replied stiffly and looked out the window until the server returned with their order. The following minutes were spent eating the hot food. Sunny didn’t have qualms about eating hungrily infront of anyone. Having a crush on just one guy meant she never had to be dainty around the opposite sex. Since that crush was sitting opposite her and he’d witnessed Sunny demolish her Easter candy countless times until she was sick, she had no pause in inhaling the fluffy pancakes until her stomach was stuffed. She sighed, wiping her mouth with a napkin.
“Do you want anything else?” he asked, and she shook her head.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she told him as she stood.
“Wait.” His voice held the power to stop Sunny in her tracks, and she mentally kicked herself for listening. It was like her system was wired to his motherboard. He held out a card. “Pay for the food, and I’ll book a room.”
