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Sebastian so rarely talked about his life here when we were in Blairwood. But we weren’t in Blairwood any longer, and I couldn’t help my interest. I wanted to know him—all parts of him.
“Mhmm…”
Leaning down, I take off Henry’s leash, but before I can pull out my cane, Sebastian takes my hand in his, and I let him lead me through the house, our footsteps echoing in the space.
“What does it look like? Your house?”
The space seemed cold. Then again, he hadn’t been living here for the past few months. Maybe it was different when he was here.
“Big. Too damn big. Marble floors, high ceilings, and a lot of useless artwork. I honestly don’t know what I was thinking when I bought it.”
“Don’t try to sell it too hard,” I chuckle.
“Now that I’m back here, I realize I haven’t missed it at all. I like my place at Blairwood way better. Well, except for this one part. We’re here.”
“Here where?” I ask carefully, trying to figure out what could possibly have him so excited.
“My living room.”
“You wanted to show me your living room?” I ask, unable to hide my laughter.
“No, I wanted to show you this.”
“What…”
The words die on my lips as I feel the familiar press of the bench behind my legs as Sebastian pulls me down.
“A piano,” I whisper, raising my hands to open up the keyboard.
I trace the ivory keys, feeling their cool, sleek surface under my fingertips before playing a few notes. My eyes fall shut as the most exquisite sound spreads through the room.
“God, this is beautiful.”
Unable to resist it, I let my hands play over the keys, the familiar melody filling the space around us.
“It is,” Sebastian rasps. “I imagined you just like this from the very first moment I met you.”
“Theveryfirst moment you met me? If my memory serves me correctly, the very first moment you met me, you wanted to strangle me for bumping into you,” I remind him teasingly.
“Okay, maybe the first time I saw you play,” he corrects, his hands joining mine.
It was so easy and natural to just play with him like this.
“I wanted to see you in my living room, playing on this piano just for me. I wanted it so badly I could see you in my head.”
A shiver runs down my spine at the sound of his husky voice—the silent promise behind his words.
“Why do I feel like this wasn’t purely artistical?” I tease, turning toward him only to realize he’s already watching me.
I can feel his warm breath touching my skin, making goosebumps spread over my flesh.
“Because it wasn’t. It was fully and utterly selfish.”
“Selfish?” I murmur, leaning closer. The music dies down, completely forgotten, as our lips brush together.
“Very,” kiss, “very,” kiss, “selfish,” he agrees, pressing his mouth against mine for the third time. “Want me to show you just how selfish I can be?”
Wordlessly, I nod my head, and then his mouth is on mine again.
