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I wasn’t about to tell him she specifically saidhewas vanilla.
Sebastian sat there, gazing at me with a blank look. I fumbled with my phone, keeping my hands busy. His prolonged silence and intense gaze made me anxious. I looked away, regretting telling him.
“Sooo, you want me to . . .degradeyou in the bedroom?” he asked, confused.
I bit my bottom lip, imagining everything Layla said and putting his face to it.
God, it would be nice to be fucked like he hated me. The thought of him pulling my hair while he thrust into me from behind made my skin tingle and my body heat up. My clit throbbed, and I squirmed in my seat.
“Ahh, you do.” He sighed. “We can try that if you want? I don’t know if I could ever be mean to you in the bedroom, though.”
“Well.” Someone walked past us, and I waited until he was out of earshot. “It would be kind of nice to have sex that isn’t facing each other. Maybe even being spanked,” I said, keeping my voice low enough for only him to hear.
My cheeks heated, and my heart hammered in my chest from the nerve-wracking fear that Sebastian was judging me. I raised my eyes, catching him looking at me. I couldn’t help but notice that he seemed disinterested and unimpressed by all of it.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained gently.
I winced and distanced myself from him, my gaze falling to the table.
“Never mind,” I whispered.
Turning away from him, I grabbed my drink and sipped it through the eco-friendly straw.
“I don’t want to trigger your symptoms, Grace,” Sebastian argued softly.
Shaking my head, I set the cup on the table. “It’s whatever.”
Layla appeared at the booth beside us with a long groan. “Are we done here?”
“Yeah,” I blurted.
Sebastian looked at the side of my face, and my cheek tingled from his gaze. I refused to look at him, scared he would see just how disappointed I was.
This would be the last time I brought up adding some spice to our sex life. Fucking in the janitor’s closet at school was fun, but it lost its appeal after the third time. I wanted more from him, but apparently, he didn’t want to change a thing.
“Let’s go,” Layla ordered. She stood by the table, waiting for me.
Sebastian got up and held out his hand, but I refused to take it. He tucked his hands into his front pockets, looking at me like a puppy in trouble for peeing on the rug.
“I’ll see ya,” I said and pushed past him.
“Be safe. Watch out for those Satan worshippers,” he called from behind as I walked away with Layla.
That earned us a few weird looks from an older couple and snickers from a group of teens that went to our school.
Sebastian knew what he was doing when he said that, and that greatly disappointed me. Maybe our relationship wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. I might have more to think about than music at this concert.
4
GRACE
We arrived and made it in time for the first band. The place was packed, and I even spotted a few people I knew from school, which brought a smile to my face. Our small town in Washington had a couple of bars and venues for bands. Tonight we were at Twisted Bar, which was the oldest establishment here. There were rumors that this building was haunted, but I never believed it.
Despite the fact that we were eighteen, Layla managed to sneak a few drinks for us. We danced to the beat of the music while sipping our cocktails. I watched Layla with a grin. Her crimson top rose higher, showing the underside of her breasts. With her head moving side to side with the music, her long brown beach waves tumbled past her shoulders and flicked around her face. Sweat had smudged her smokey eyes and bright red lipstick.
The band played the next song, and I swayed with it, softly singing along.
Layla turned to me, holding her cup of Bramble—a drink with gin, lemon juice, simple syrup, and blackberry liqueur with ice on the bottom. She leaned into me, scream-singing to the song. I winced, my eardrum rattling painfully as she sang into my ear. I ground my teeth, but I grinned at her, singing along. I squealed with laughter as she grabbed my hand and twirled me around in a dance.
