“Are you scared you’re going to fall in love with me?” His dimple pops. His long eyelashes almost reach the lines of his cheekbones, and he really is so pretty. “We’re two adults. We can separate emotions from sex, can’t we?”
“We can, but I’ve scratched the itch. I’m satisfied. It was never going to be more than a night of getting off, and now I’ll be able to think straight and go after what I want: that job.”
“At least it was good.” He smirks. “Fine. I’ll play by your rules, but I’m not going to hold anything back at the interview. You better bring your A game.”
Sebastian stands and stretches his legs. He takes his time getting dressed, watching me as he pulls on his shirt and jumps into his jeans. He looks at my underwear around his wrist, then at me, and tucks them in his pocket.
“Hey,” I challenge. “Give those back.”
“Nope. Finders keepers. You can have my briefs. It’ll be an even exchange.”
“What am I supposed to do with those?”
“Add it to the shrine you have to me.”
“You’re obnoxious.” I cross my arms over my chest. Sebastian flashes me another full-toothed smile and turns for my door. “And I’m not going to miss you when you leave.”
“Sure you aren’t.” Before he goes, he bends, kissing my forehead. I have to force myself not to lean into him. “Be good, Quinny baby. I’ll see you next week.”
I listen to his feet pad across the hall. The front door opens, then clicks closed. I count to one hundred then slowly peel myself out of bed, heading for the bathroom. I take my time showering and brushing my teeth. I examine the marks he left on my body, trying to memorize each one. I ignore the satisfaction of knowing they’re going to take a few days to disappear.
When I climb back into bed, clean, exhausted, and content in a way I haven’t been in years, I turn the pillows over so I can’t smell any traces of him. My phone buzzes on the nightstand and I find a message from Sebastian waiting for me. I hesitate before dragging my thumb across the screen.
Sebastian
Made it back to Cooper’s.
Do you miss me yet?
I lean back and pull the covers up, turning on my side to answer him.
Not even a little bit.
Sebastian
Figured. Here’s a treat in case you get lonely.
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The picture downloads, a photo of a shirtless Sebastian flooding my screen. A window behind him casts him in silvers and grays, but that’s not what catches my attention. It’s my underwear in his hand, the thin material he’s holding up for the camera with the world’s biggest grin on his face like he’s fuckingproudof himself that has me blushing.
Sebastian
Sleep tight, Quinny baby. I’ll dream of you.
I stare at the photo and the curve of his muscles. His messy hair and the smudged lipstick on his stomach, above his briefs. I’m tempted to give the photo a thumbs-down but I block him instead, desperately wishing out of sight meant out of mind.
When I close my eyes and force myself to fall asleep, I can still see him in my dreams, and he’s smiling at me.
This time, though, I’m smiling back.
Mia
Good luck today, Quin!
Harlow
Grab those men by the balls and show them what a badass bitch you are.
