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He grunted again, but this one sounded like he didn’t disagree with my assessment.
“But you’re also the kindest asshole.”
“Not sure I like those two words next to each other.”
I laughed at that. “You’ve taken me in, gave me a place to stay, and you’re very attentive.”
“I think you’ve set your bar low. Too low.”
“Well, I’m trying to repair that.”
“You’re not doing a great job.”
Record scratch. “Excuse me?”
“You deserve everything,” he said, voice low. Pained almost.
“Sebastian-”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I. And I think we have something that could be amazing.”
“Faith-”
I crossed my arms in front of me. “Stop fucking saying my name.”
He frowned, but kept his lips sealed.
My fury began to grow. "Us sleeping together. Is it a one off? Is it a scratch to itch?" That would fucking rip a hole in my heart if it were true, but I'd rather deal with a holey heart than a heartful of hope for something that could never be. I would rather pull off the Band-Aid now.
His jaw clenched. Even with the minimal light in the car I could still see him white-knuckling the steering wheel.
We were getting closer to his house. I recognized the shopping center we just passed.
The longer he took to respond, the more I braced myself on the door handle next to me.
Suddenly, he pulled over on the side of the road. He twisted in his seat, breathing heavily. "This isn't a damn itch I'm trying to scratch, Faith. This is the whole fucking canyon of want and need. And I'm not just talking about your body. I want it all."
"Oh, fuck." If I had been standing, I’d probably be on the ground—my knees would have given out.
He studied me. Tracing the lines of my face. His gaze dropped to my lips and his voice was like sandpaper. "Now tell me, Faith. Is this an itch for you?"
He remained perfectly still, as if holding his breath waiting for my answer.
I didn't trust my voice. My throat was suddenly as dry as the Sahara.
I just shook my head. I'd never been with a man like Sebastian, didn't know how to be in a relationship with a real man, but I was damn well ready to try.
Sebastian loosed a sigh, the tether between us snapping. He leaned over the center console and pulled my lips to his.
And the entire time my brain was screaming, I'm home.
TWENTY-SIX
FAITH
"The designer complicated the space. They should remove one color or theme. It's too clashy," I complained to Luna.
