And when she was done talking, she went down to the beach to meditate.
That’s when I worked.
So when I came home and saw the apartment was empty, I took advantage of it.
And in that process…
I cockblocked Seb.
I grabbed fresh clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed.
Of course I dropped the towel and looked down at my chest.
Are my boobs too small for Seb?
I rolled my eyes and put my bra on.
Then I got dressed, went into the kitchen and got two beers, and decided to attempt a peace offering to Seb.
I carefully stepped out onto the balcony.
“Here,” I said in a soft voice.
“I poured wine,” he said.
“Who drinks that stuff?” I asked. “Honestly.”
“She did. She wanted wine.”
I sat down. “Seb…”
“Just… don’t.”
I looked away and thought about it.
Seb bringing a woman home.
Pouring two glasses of wine.
He planned on having sex with her.
That was his night.
To bring a woman home and sleep with her.
I didn’t want to picture it, but what choice did I have?
My mind took control.
I saw Seb sipping wine and making his move…
In the kitchen?
A kiss to her neck?
Or would he just go for it?
Pick her up… put her on the counter… start to take her clothes off…