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“Gryffindor, of course,” he replies.
“Scandalous. A Gryffindor sleeping with a Ravenclaw. Call the Daily Prophet.” We both let out a laugh and it feels good with him. It feels easy. Maybe hiswasn’t more than sex. Somehow, it doesn’t feel like it.
A yawn escapes my lips and Sebastian chuckles to himself. “Get some sleep.” I nod my head and close my eyes, resting my head on his chest. He leans up and kisses my forehead and I melt inside. I’m playing with fire, knowing I’ll be burned. But damn, what a scar it will make.
Chapter 14
Sebastian
I wake to the sound of cars honking in the distance. Looking at my watch, I see its four thirty in the morning. I never spend the night with women that I sleep with, but I couldn’t resist pulling Stormy’s soft body against mine and falling asleep. Things got so heated between us that we both passed out. I look over at her gorgeous sleeping form. Her long silver hair reflects in the moonlight and her exquisite body seems to shine in the darkness. She looks like a goddess herself, rivaling the perfect Aphrodite. My chest aches at the sight. I can’t help but wonder if this is how Miles felt about Lizzie. He seemed bewitched by her from the start. Fear clogs my throat, and I suddenly can’t breathe. I can’t do this. I can’t be in a relationship. I don’t know the first thing about them, and I won’t hurt her. I would never forgive myself. She’s been through enough without me adding to it. I know she has, even if she hasn’t told me. I could see it in some of her paintings. Stormy’s been through serious pain in her life.
I slip out of bed quietly, avoiding waking her. I look around the room until I spot a discarded towel on the floor. Hurriedly, I tie it around my waist and open her bedroom door. I take one more look at the sleeping beauty in bed. I could slip back in behind herlike nothing ever happened. My brain and heart are at war with each other, but in the end my brain wins out. I close her door behind me as I tiptoe down the hall to the laundry area. I grab my clothes and make my way to the bathroom. Before I can open the door, it opens from the other side. A loud gasp comes from who I suppose is Stormy’s roommate.
“What the hell?” she squeaks, holding her hand to her chest.
“I’m sorry. I was just getting my clothes from the dryer. I didn’t mean to startle you.” I hold up my clothes to show her proof, hoping like hell my towel stays tied. “I’m Sebastian.” I shuffle the clothes to one hand to free up the other. She takes it hesitantly.
“I know who you are. Why are you sneaking around at,” she looks at her watch, “four forty-five in the morning?” she asks in a whisper.
“I need to get back to my place before work.” It’s not a total lie. I do need a shower and clothes, although I do have a closet at work full of suits. She doesn’t need to know that.
“Mhm and did you tell Stormy you were leaving?” she asks. Now folding her arms over her chest.
“I didn’t want to wake her,” I lie. More like I was being a coward and now I’m getting called out for it.
“Riiight. Don’t you dare hurt that girl. You have no idea what kind of shit she has been through.” I ponder that for a moment and wonder what exactly happened to Stormy. Before I can ask any questions, she responds again. “You really need to think about what you want because she isn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. I’m sure you know that.” She turns and walks away, closing the door behind her. I’m left alone in thehallway holding my clothes. I look at Stormy’s door and then to the bathroom, trying to figure out which move to make.Fuck, why is this so hard.I hit it and quit it all the time. How is Stormy any different?She just is. It’s what my heart keeps telling me. My brain determines this is a good time to be indecisive on a matter. I’m never indecisive.Fuck!
I take one step in the direction I decide to go then I hear a ding. I pause mid step and hear my phone ringing. No one would be calling me right now unless it was an emergency. I follow the sound and realize I left my phone in the bathroom. Picking it up, I see Miles’ face on the screen and my stomach drops.
“Hey bro, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“Seb, it’s Marie. She’s on life support right now. She took a turn for the worse and Thomas took her to the hospital. They are keeping her stable until everyone can get there. Thomas needs you there for him, bro. Lizzie and I are bringing the jet home. I already woke the crew, and they are getting everything ready for us.” I sit and listen as Miles goes on about his travel plans. My gut wrenches at the thought of Thomas losing his wife. I can’t imagine the pain he is in right now.
“What hospital? I’m getting dressed right now.” I pull on my boxers and pants, holding the phone between my ear and shoulder.
“She’s at Mouth Sinai.” Good. That’s not too far from here.
“Okay. I’ll get there and let you know more information. You and Lizzie be safe.”
“You too. Love you bro.”
“Love you too.” I hang up and slide the phone in my pocket. As I pull my shirt over my head, I spot mybelt on the floor and grab it. Looking around, I check to see if there is anything I’m forgetting. I jog from the bathroom to the front door, grabbing my jacket from the hanger. It’s still wet, but it will have to do. I pull on my boots and grab my keys, taking one look back at Stormy’s room. I open the front door, locking it as I do and close it behind me. Trying to focus on the task at hand, I can’t help but to think about Stormy and what she is going to think when she wakes up alone in a few hours. I push that thought away as I start my bike. Securing my helmet, I pull out of the parking lot and head toward the hospital. It’s crazy how life can change from one day to the next. I hope I get there in time. Thomas needs me right now.
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Stormy
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.I reach my hand up and slap at my phone until the heinous noise stops. My hand slides over to the side of the bed and I find it cool against my skin. I think I knew he wouldn’t be here when I woke this morning. I wanted to believe he would be here but the article I read pops into my mind. I know I shouldn’t believe everything I read; I know that more than most. Reporters never got my story correct when I was in the band. It should be comforting that I know things can be thrown out of proportion but in the end I am still waking up to an empty bed this morning.
Rolling out of bed, I check my phone for any messages and then I remember that we never exchanged numbers. Of course, we didn’t. I sigh as I scrub my hand over my face. I throw on my robe and leave my room. The walk to the bathroom is filledwith thoughts of last night. I’ve never been blindfolded before but surprisingly it didn’t scare me. I actually trusted Sebastian which is a huge step for me. I almost want to call my therapist but then again I doubt she wants to hear about my sex life. A chuckle escapes me at what her response would be.
I turn on the shower and wait for it to heat up as I brush my teeth. Looking into the mirror, I look different. I think that’s what a thorough fucking will do to you. I wrap my hand in a plastic bag, so it won’t get wet in the shower. Discarding the robe, I step into the steaming, hot water. The memories of being thrust up against the wall in here makes me flush with need. Sebastian was so demanding, yet gentle. He and Blaine couldn’t be more different in that department. I never knew sex could be so electric. Of course, I’ve seen movies and porn but that was all acting. This was real, and intense, and it was better than anything I’ve ever experienced. I never have felt more of a connection with someone. Even though I can’t decide if I still hate him, there definitely is chemistry there.
I’ve wasted enough water daydreaming, so I wash quickly and get out. I wrap my hair in a towel and throw my robe back on. Opening the door to the bathroom, I’m hit with cooler air, and I have to sinch my robe tighter around my body. I make my way to the kitchen and see that coffee has already been made. As I reach for a mug, I hear Lana come in behind me.
“Someone had an interesting night,” she singsongs as she gets a mug for herself.
I crinkle my nose, hoping she didn’t hear too much. I also don’t want her to think that this is a regular thing for me. I think my emotions were so heightenedfrom the panic attack that I wasn’t thinking straight.
