Once Sunny heard what had happened from Seb, she didn’t want to leave their room for fear that something terrible would happen to him. She couldn’t think why someone would want to mess with him, but she matched his concern.
“I’ll make it up to you, sunbeam,” Sebastian told her, his mouth to her forehead, two days later, once they’d arrived home.
“There’s nothing to make up. I had a great time. You were there,” she teased, nudging him. “You know I did.”
Instead of smiling, her grave man looked her in the eyes and repeated his promise. “We’ll go abroad this summer. Pickanywhere.”
“If you’re there, I don’t mind where.” It was the truth. “But Italy!” she grinned, and that’s when Seb smiled.
“You got it.”
“And because they’re so close, it would be a shame not to slip into France and Germany. Oh, and England. We have to do England, Seb! I want to have high tea.”
“What the fuck is high tea? You’re not getting stoned.”
Sunny dissolved into a fit of snort-giggles.
“Hey! I’m a married woman now. I can get stoned if I want to.” She poked his ribs as he ushered her into the house in front of him. It smelled of pine and lemon, like it had been cleaned only recently. Though she was giddy to be home—her new home, where she would live with Sebastian—she felt a wash of guilt because she should have thought to have the house cleaned and ready for them to return. And it hadn’t occurred to her like it had to Sebastian.
In the kitchen, he pulled open the fridge, and yep, it was fully stocked with fresh produce, and there was a big bowl of fresh fruit on the island counter.
Sunny lost points on day one of being an adult wife, and her shoulders deflated a little.
“Who stocked the fridge?”
Seb looked over his shoulder as he poured them two glasses of orange juice.
When he only smiled, Sunny narrowed her eyes. Suspicious of her gorgeous hubby.
“Are you gonna get pissed if I say it was the club groupies?”
Sunny shrugged a shoulder. “I know you haven’t fooled around with any of thosewomen, so I’m fine.”
“You are too cute.” He smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I hired a local housekeeper to come in twice a week. She stocked the pantry, too.”
“You better be careful the next time you try to make me green with jealousy, Sebastian Priest,” she warned, squinting at his smiling face. “I know stuff, you know.”
“Oh, yeah? What stuff?”
“I can’t tell you that because you’d know it, too.”
“There’s that sweet Sunny logic again,” he smirked. And then she was in his arms because he’d grabbed her and put her there.
“Welcome home, Sunny.” He said, cupping the side of her head. “It feels like I waited years to get you here.” Seb pressed their foreheads together, inhaling slowly, as if savoring the moment. She lifted on her tiptoes to compensate for their height difference so she could reach around the back of his neck.
“I was ready years ago to move in. It was you who took your time getting me here.”
“I know.” He agreed. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“You’re making a lot of things up to me. I foresee many spoiled days ahead. Yay for me,” she said, and Seb laughed.
The following minutes were spent being kissed in the kitchen.
Then he kissed her in the living room, carrying her around the Spanish-style bungalow for an official welcome home tour. They kissed in every bathroom, even the spare room full of boxes. It was all of her stuff from home to unpack at her leisure.
But when Seb carried her into their bedroom, she figured he’d had ulterior motives when he gave her a look so saucy she nearly said a Hail Mary for how scandalizedshe felt.
And for the next few hours, rolling naked around their bed, Seb welcomed Sunny home in the best way, with aching orgasms and sweaty cuddles.
