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Now was the after we’d been waiting for. The after to talk about what came next.
And then those ridiculous statements about him being dangerous made me seethe.
As if this man would hurt me with his fists when he’s done everything to protect every single hair on my head—real or synthetic.
Playing nice with Sophie shouldn’t have been such a chore. It wouldn’t have been if Sebastian and I could have hashed everything out at the restaurant. The delay damn near broke me. I’d finally managed to shove all the questions aside, then by the time we entered the car it was crickets.
Sebastian cupped my chin, tilting it up to better meet his eyes. “That hamster wheel inside your brain is going a million miles an hour.”
“That’s impossible but yes, they are going very fast. Those little hamsters are basically marathon-ready.”
“Are they singing to you too?”
“Wrong fairytale, again. I don’t cavort with talking animals.”
He lifted a brow. “So you cavort with talking inanimate objects, then?”
I pinched my brow. “I think this metaphor has officially gone off the rails.”
“Was this metaphor ever on the rails to begin with?”
I tugged the collar of my dress. “Probably not.”
Sebastian grabbed my wandering hands and held them steady in his. “Stop fidgeting. You’re making me nervous.”
I scoffed. “I’m making you nervous? That’s rich.”
His jaw clenched.
“Tell me what the hell you meant back there about hurting someone. I have this feeling deep in my gut that it’s some big misunderstanding and that you would never hurt anyone intentionally.”
“You have such faith in me.”
“Technically, you’re usually in Faith.” I laughed at the stupid attempt at a joke. Sebastian remained silent. “Right, not time for jokes when we’re talking about someone saying shitty stuff about you online.”
“I don’t give a shit what they say about me.”
I held up a finger. “Wait. Then why were you so pissy back there?”
He released my chin, and I studied his face as if that would somehow give me the clue I was searching for.
Waiting was not easy and waiting for him to spit out everything I wanted to know was driving me to insanity.
I grabbed the handle and opened the door. “Let’s walk.”
Sebastian scrambled after me, shutting the door behind him as I crossed the road to Central Park.
“Jesus, at least cross at the light,” Sebastian scolded as he ran behind me. We made it to the other side of the street before cars came barreling down Fifth Avenue.
My stilettos were pinching the back of my heels, but I kept on walking, the cool fresh air a welcomed relief. Sebastian kept pace beside me, as I panic walked off my anxiety.
We had just about made it to the Hans Christen Anderson statue when I couldn’t walk any further. I sank down on the nearest bench and patted the spot next to me. “Do it. Spill the beans.”
At this point I was all but certain he’d say this wasn’t working out. That being in a relationship with me meant being in the public eye. That look on his face at the restaurant… those bogus little comments over the past several weeks about him not being good enough for me.
“Are you done?” Sebastian asked.
“Lay it on me big guy.”
