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But he shrugged and held out his hands. “Sure.Why not?”
I did the same design on Sebastian that I did to Ethan but inverted the colors. When I was done, Sebastian had white nails sprinkled with dainty blue snowflakes.
Chapter 13
Warren, you dumb bitch, what the hell are you doing? I thought harshly as I carefully finished applying my dark red lipstick. With a smack of my lips, I stepped back to check my makeup. It was perfect.
And entirely wrong!
“Why does this feel like a date?” I asked my reflection. Her exasperated face called mean idiot.
Sebastian and I had been “hanging out” for about three weeks now, and it was going well. Our work schedule was hectic, but between road trips, games, and practices, we managed to meet up once a week at his place. We were keeping it casual as we promised. I’d gone to another charity practice with him and had even let him drag me to a bar with the whole team once. As far as the team, outside of Mason and Jones, was concerned, we were just mentor and mentee.
But now I was dressing up in my favorite little black dress and fuck-me Louboutins, and I couldn’t deny this was veering into date territory. Unfortunately, that wasn’t as horrendous an idea as it was months ago.
I was going over to Sebastian’s house to cook him dinner because of a dare. I blamed Mason; he was the one who disparaged my cooking skills again, causing Sebastian to challenge me. Not one to ignore a thrown-down gauntlet, I accepted and challenged Sebastian in turn. He would be whipping upa dessert.
This was flirting with the boundaries we’d set, and I should have canceled. But when my phone dinged just as someone knocked on my front door, I couldn’t contain the stutter of my heart. Sebastianwas here!
I fluffed my freshly curled hair, grabbed my purse, scampered down the stairs in my pumps, opened the door, and almost doubled over as oxygen fled my lungs in a rush. I wasn’t the only one who was putting effort into tonight, it seemed, and I couldn’t be happier about that, because Sebastian looked edible. His wine-red shirt was rolled up to reveal his inked forearms and tucked into his black slacks, outlining the steep cut of his waist. The first couple buttons of his shirts were undone, gaping across his chest, and I wanted to lean forward and leave a lipstick print on him. It would have been the perfect addition because my lips and his shirt were the same color.
“We match,” I said with a chuckle once I got my breath back.
Sebastian wasn’t listening. Instead, he was transfixed on my dress as he stepped into my house. I backed up as he prowled forward, and the door slammed shut behind him.
“What? Do you like?” I asked saucily and twirled on the balls of my heels. My A-line dress fluttered around me gracefully, and I knew the second he saw the back because a growl left him. The dress was mostly conservative, not too short, and with sleeves that ended at my wrist. But what modesty it projected in the front was ruined the second I turned around, showing my fullybare back.
Sebastian caught me mid-twirl, and I stumbled to a stop inhis arms.
“You look gorgeous,” he breathed out, and his eyes flicked to my lips.
Oh, no, sir.
I pressed a finger to his mouth the second he leaned forward and tsked, “Lipstick.”
With a playful pout in his eyes, he wrapped his tongue around my finger. Oh, I remembered that tongue. I liked that tongue. Maybe the ruin of my lipstick would beworth it.
The hands that had caught me by the waist started to slide, and I arched into Sebastian as they caressed the exposed expanse of my back. A soft moan escaped me, and Sebastian smiled againstmy finger.
“You ready to get out of here?” Sebastian asked.
“Yep. I’m good to g—”
“Babe, have you seen my hoodie?” Mason asked as he thudded down the stairs, wearing plaid boxers and nothing else. As he reached the last step, he saw me and Sebastian entangled in the foyer and stopped short.
Sebastianlet me go.
“Uh. Hi.” Mason grinned awkwardly and rubbed his neck, bringing attention to the hickey there and the ones scattered acrosshis chest.
“What the hell?” Kingston looked between us, face hard. “Why is he half naked in your house?”
“Dude, no,” I vehemently denied his implication. My disgusted face matched perfectly with Mason’s. I thought I had already assured him that Mason and I were notlike that.
Sebastian jabbed a finger at Mason. “What am I supposed to think, Riley? You’re always hanging off him. And now he’s at your house, half-naked.”
Mason jumped in. “I’m like herbrother.”
“Then who’s giving youhickeys?”
