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“Just in time.”
“What?”
“My delivery,” Sebastian explains. He must have hung up because the buzzing has stopped.
“You ordered a delivery while you were at the store?”
“I ordered a delivery because I concluded it’s safer than me attempting to cook. Wait.”
Sebastian runs off once again. Shaking my head, I let Henry do his business, but when we reach the front entrance, Sebastian is waiting for me.
“You wanna join me?”
I stop in my tracks, surprised by his invitation. “What?”
The scent of tomatoes and cheese hits me in the face, and I can feel my stomach rumble, reminding me that I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.
Sebastian hears it, too, because he chuckles. “I guess that’s a yes. C’mon.”
“I was planning to make myself something.”
I was pretty sure there was some kind of frozen meal in my freezer. If not, there was always cereal.
“And why would you do that if you have a perfectly fine pizza right here waiting to be eaten.” Sebastian lifts the box, the smell of tomato, cheese and spices growing more intense, the heat radiating from the box. “C’mon, it sucks eating alone all the time.”
It’s not even his words that get to me; it’s the tone of his voice: the sincerity and a trace of vulnerability he’s so good at hiding behind with his playful behavior.
“Fine. But only because I’m famished.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t dare think that you’d actually want to spend any more time with me than you absolutely need to.”
“Sebastian…”
“Let’s go. Pizza is getting cold.”
I tell Henry to follow Sebastian. He holds the door open for us, and together we climb the stairs.
My heart starts beating faster as I hear the sound of the lock turning and the soft squeak as the door is shoved open. “Come on in.”
I clasp my fingers around the harness. “Henry, forward.”
Since this is the apartment where the girls lived last year, I’m familiar with the layout, but even without seeing it, I can feel Sebastian in this place. It’s like his scent was etched into the walls.
“We can eat in the living room,” Sebastian says from behind me, closing the door.
“S-sure. Henry, living room.”
The sound of footsteps is the only thing I can hear as we move down the hallway and into the living room.
“Feel free to sit wherever. I’ll just grab us some plates and napkins. What do you want to drink?”
Sebastian’s shoulder brushes against mine as he slips past me into the room.
“Water’s fine. Do you mind if I let Henry go?”
“Go ahead.”
“Henry, sofa.”
