Page 48 of Drawn Together

“You underestimate my self-control, Marfil. I’ve won medals for it.”

“Did you also win a medal for being the biggest asshole in the Navy?”

He smiled, immune to my insults. “I don’t want you to mention that issue again.”

“What, the issue of you kissing me or the issue of you being a monumental asshole?”

“My patience has a limit, Marfil, don’t forget that,” he replied, lessening the pressure on my wrists.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like you to let me go. I have stuff to do.”

Sebastian stared at me with a serious expression, studying my face. He released me and took a step back. My eyes had adjusted to the dark, and I saw how huge his arms looked in the sleeveless shirt he was wearing.

“I’ll be in my room, studying,” I said without moving.

“Good,” he answered, his eyes still on mine.

I spent Sunday locked up at home, studying for my upcoming midterms that week. I was really behind in most of my classes, considering all the days I’d missed because I was sick. Still, I felt confident—ironically enough, Ididhave the memory of an elephant and knew I’d pass my midterms with flying colors.

That night, I didn’t eat dinner with Sebastian, not because I didn’t want to, but because he took his plate into his room, claiming he had to make a call.

That piqued my interest. Who could Sebastian be calling when he wasn’t working? Was it really true that he didn’t have a girlfriend? Just thinking about it drove me crazy with jealousy. It would be weird if he didn’t have girls interested in him, since he was so fucking hot, but I took him for more of a one-night-stand kind of guy. It was hard to imagine him committing to anyone, probably more of the “love ’em and leave ’em” type. He had barely batted an eye when we’d kissed, after all.

God, I wanted so badly for it to happen again.

I bit my lip thinking about it as I walked past his door. What would it be like to have his dick in my hands? I was suddenly very curious. My mind started to imagine how that conversation might go.

Hey, Sebastian, can I jack you off until I make you come? Or I could do it with my mouth, you decide.

Yeah, I’m sure he’d think it was as funny as I did, unless he had a heart attack.

I went into my room after eating the dinner he’d cooked, a meal fit for a queen, and I fell asleep almost immediately. What I didn’t expect was to find him at my bedside a few hours after I’d closed my eyes.

“Up!” he said, pulling the comforter off me without any warning.

I opened my eyes to see him leaving my room.

What the hell?

I put the pillow over my head, assuming he must’ve lost his mind after some kind of head injury, karma finally on my side, so I ignored him and tried to go back to sleep. It was still dark out.

He appeared again a moment later.

“Either you get up on your own or I’ll wake you up the way they do it in the military.”

All I heard was:Blah, blah, blah.

Just then, a stream of freezing water landed on my face, causing me to jump so high I fell off the bed.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Sebastian stared down at me blankly. “Don’t you want me to teach you how to defend yourself? Yesterday in your dance studio you proved how helpless you are in the face of danger, so I’ll start by teaching you that without discipline, you won’t be able to so much as fend off a rabid dog.”

I stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Did you seriously just pour water on my face?”

Sebastian didn’t answer my question. “I want to see you in the kitchen in five minutes, dressed and ready for breakfast.”

I laughed in his face as I stood up and looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “I don’t know whether to punch you or feel sorry for you if you really think I’m going to get up at”—I looked at the clock above my bed—“five thirty in the morning!” I slapped his arm. “Have you totally lost it?”