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“O-k-a-y,” she stretches out, waiting for me to say more.
“Okay what?”
“Oh my god, Tess. Do I have to force everything out of you? Can’t a best friend just get some juicy insight into the sexy as sin, Sebastian Baxter, without having to beg?” she whines dramatically.
“I mean, we just talked. I don’t get what you want to know.”
“Was he nice to you?” she asks.
“Very,” I admit, resting my head against the headrest.
“Did he seem—I don’t know—interested?”
“I mean, I guess. He did hold my hand both last night and this morning. And he listened when I talked—like he really wanted to know what I had to say. And then this morning.” I stop, the memory causing heat to flush my face.
I can still see him lying there, his eyes locked on mine.“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”My chest tightens, a feeling I don’t quite understand settling in the pit of my stomach.
“What? What happened this morning?” Courtney pushes.
“Well, when I woke up, he was watching me.”
“Watching you?” she questions. “Like, what do you mean?”
“I mean—he was laying on his side watching me. I don’t know if he watched me sleep the entire time or if he just happened to be watching me when I woke up, but the way he was looking at me… I don’t know, Court. No one’s ever looked at me like that before.”
“And—did he say anything?”
“He asked me if I had any idea how beautiful I am.”
“What!?” Courtney practically screams next to me. “Why didn’t you start with that?” She smacks the steering wheel. “Holy shit, Tess. Sebastian fucking Baxter is totally into you.”
“What? No, he’s not.”
Even though it seems unlikely, I can’t deny that he was throwing some serious vibes my way.
“He totally is,” she insists. “And—he said he was going to call you later,” she reminds me.
“He doesn’t even have my number.” The image of him stealing my phone flashes through my mind. “Shit.”
“Shit what?”
“He stole my phone earlier.” I lean forward, sliding the device from my back pocket.
Unlocking the screen, I go into my contacts. It only takes a quick glance to see that his name isn’t in there. My list isn’t all that expansive.
“What?” My best friend bounces anxiously beside me.
“I thought maybe he added his number, but it’s not in here.”
“Go to your outgoing calls,” she suggests.
Sure enough, there’s an outgoing call right around the time he took my phone.
“See.” She looks over at the device in my hand when she stops at a red light. “He totally called himself from your phone so he would have your number.”
“You don’t think he’ll actually call, do you?” I feel panic start to creep in, my earlier fear returning.
As attracted as I am to Sebastian—because trust me, I am—I think I’m even more scared of him.
