I have to choke back a laugh at how formal he seems. Of course, he’s probably used to having to behave a certain way around adults, considering his father hosts a lot of professional gatherings at their house that Sebastian is forced to attend.
“Oh, how thoughtful. And please, call me Elizabeth.” My mom takes the flowers, looking at me with wide eyes as if to say Oh my god, he’s so cute—and sweet. You did good, kiddo. Even though she doesn’t say a word of that, I know that if Sebastian weren’t here to witness it, that’s exactly what she would be saying to me right now.
“I’m going to go put these in water. Sebastian, please make yourself at home.”
“Thank you.” He gives her another one of his famous smiles, waiting until she disappears inside the kitchen before closing the distance between us. “I missed you,” he says, tipping my chin up and placing a soft kiss to my lips the second he reaches me.
“I missed you more.” I smile up at him, my earlier nervousness evaporating.
I should’ve known there was no reason to worry. Everyone who meets Sebastian loves him. How can you not? He’s gorgeous, smart, well spoken, and so damn charming you can’t help but be mesmerized by him.
“Not possible, Tess.” He winks, turning his attention back to my mom as she reenters the room.
***
It’s been two hours since Sebastian arrived, and I swear this night could not have gone any better if I had dreamt it up. Sebastian won over my mom just as he did me, with absolutely no effort.
About halfway through my mom’s homemade lasagna, I had to sit back and take it all in for a moment. It was strange how natural it all felt—me, my mom, and Sebastian all sitting around the kitchen table laughing and talking like we’d done it a million times before.
I knew within minutes that my mom more than approved of Sebastian, and I didn’t realize until that moment how badly I needed that approval. Knowing she supports our relationship makes me feel like I can be with Sebastian more freely.
And that’s so important because there’s something else I realized today as I watched my mom and Sebastian’s interaction with each other. Something I think I’ve known for a while now and maybe just let myself admit…
I’m head over heels, undeniably consumed by everything that Sebastian is. His smile, his touch, the way he says my name. I love every single thing about him.
I’ve fallen in love with Sebastian Baxter.
I’m so in love with him that I’m terrified by the power of it, and yet it’s all I want to feel. I want to bathe myself in the weight of that love and hold onto it for dear life because now that I’ve experienced it, I never want to let it go.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight.” Sebastian knocks his shoulder with mine as we walk side by side down the sidewalk toward where Jessie the Jeep is parked on the street.
“Just thinking, I guess.”
“Oh yeah, about what?” he asks.
“You,” I answer truthfully.
“Tell me more.” He laughs, pulling me into his chest the moment we reach the street.
“My mom loves you.” I look up into those incredible hazel eyes and wonder how on earth I ever got so lucky.
Another whoosh of uncertainty sweeps through me. The kind of uncertainty I feel anytime I let myself think too long on how or why Sebastian chose me. I push it down, refusing to let my own insecurities ruin this perfect night.
“She’s amazing.” He grins down at me, rubbing the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “She’s everything I wish my own mother was.”
“I’m sorry.” I don’t know what else to say.
I am sorry. Sorry that he doesn’t know the true love of a parent. Sorry that he was born to people who don’t deserve a son like him. Sorry that he’s missed out on the kind of love my mother shows me every single day.
“Don’t be. I’ll just borrow your mom.” He kisses me gently, his touch like fire to my chilled skin.
“I think I’d be willing to share, under one condition of course,” I tease, pulling back to look up at him.
“Name it.”
“You have to promise not to break my heart.”
I don’t mean to say it. The words sort of just tumble out, my heart speaking rather than my mind. I try to formulate words to cover my blunder, but my brain can’t seem to conjure anything up quickly enough.
“That’s one promise I’m confident I can keep.” He grins, his reaction calm and understanding. “I’m all the way in with you, Tess. A hundred percent. You’re all I care about, you have to know that. I would never—I will never, intentionally hurt you, ever.”
“I’m all the way in with you too, you know?” The look he gives me has my knees feeling like they might give out under my weight.
“Tess,” he breathes, dropping his forehead to mine, his hands resting on each side of my neck. “Fuck, I love you.”
My entire body freezes at his words.
How is it possible that he just expressed the exact emotion I had settled on just earlier this evening? Certain I heard him wrong, I stare blankly into his eyes waiting for some indication that I’m not hearing things.
“Did you hear me, Tess?” He pulls back, his hands sliding up to cup my cheeks. “I’m in love with you.”
Tears instantly fill my eyes, and I struggle to form words. This moment couldn’t be more beautiful, and here I go ruining it because I can’t seem to get my brain to work.
“You do?” It takes me a second to realize it’s my voice that extends between us.
“I do.” He smiles, his gaze holding mine intently.
Closing my eyes, I take a moment to compose myself before opening them again. His bright hazels are still locked on mine, something in them I’m convinced I’ve never seen before.
“I love you too, Sebastian,” I finally manage to push out, not missing the relief that floods his face when I do.
It didn’t dawn on me that he’d been waiting for a response.
Seconds later his mouth is closing down on mine, and it’s not lost on me that this kiss feels different—more passionate, more intimate—than any kiss we’ve shared up until this moment.
It’s like he’s trying to prove to me with his kiss that his love is real, and I’m reassuring him with mine that I already know. I know he loves me. In some weird way, I think I’ve known it for quite some time. The way he looks at me is unlike any other person has ever looked at me before—like I’m his world.
It’s both incredible and overwhelming, but it’s something I wouldn’t give back for anything in the entire world.
I love this man, and he loves me.
I can’t imagine life gets any better than this.
***
“Wait, so tell me again how he said it.” Courtney’s sitting on top of my bed, legs crossed in front of herself while Bree lounges next her.
“I’ve already told you like five times.” I plop down on the foot of my bed and let out an audible sigh.
“I know, but I want to hear it again.” She smiles dreamily at me. “It’s not every day that the school’s hottest guy confesses his love to one of my best friends. I need to bottle this shit up so I can revisit it for years to come. It’s like a fucking fairy-tale.”
I laugh. Only Courtney would pair the word fucking and fairy-tale together in the same sentence.
“It kind of was like a fairy-tale,” I admit, pulling my legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
“Oh my god, look at that smile.” Courtney nudges Bree who seems a bit off tonight. “I give it another week and our girl will finally join the land of non-virginity.” She bounces excitedly, shaking the entire bed.
“One step at a time.” I laugh, not bothering to tell them that it’s been on my mind a lot here recently—especially after the things Sebastian said to me this past Monday.
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for,” Bree finally chimes in, seeming to snap out of her fog a bit. “It’s just sex.”
“Not
everyone is quite as casual about it, though,” I remind her, knowing Bree and I are on opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to anything sex related.
While she uses sex as a way to feel connected to another person, I’d rather share a deeper connection than physical before giving that part of myself. Call me old fashioned, but I think you should love the person you’re sleeping with.
I know a lot of it has to do with Bree’s past. She was sexually abused at a very young age, and I know that will stay with her for the rest of her life. I just wish there was a way to show her that she’s worth more.
“Whatever, I’m with Bree,” Court interjects, and the two high-five. “You just need to do it already.”
“I will—eventually. I’m not in any rush and neither is Sebastian.”
“Look, I’m sure he’s telling you that, but do you really think that’s the hundred percent truth? I mean, he is a guy after all.”
“Well considering if it wasn’t for him we would’ve already had sex, I’d say yes, he’s a hundred percent,” I blurt, wishing I could take it back the moment it leaves my lips.
“Wait, what?” Courtney’s smile spreads. “You mean to tell me you’ve been willing to and he wouldn’t?”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” I huff. “I got a little carried away the night, well, you know…”
“When he flipped your bean.” Bree’s choice of words makes my stomach coil a little.
“Yes, that.” I clear my throat. “Well, I might have asked for it—a few times—but he insisted I wasn’t ready and has since refused to take the next step until he believes I am.”
“Wow.” Court sits back against the headboard, arms crossing over her chest as she considers my statement.
“Wow, what?” I ask after several seconds.
“Just wow.” She continues to smile at me. “You’ve got that boy wrapped around your little finger, Tess. I’m not gonna lie, I thought his whole love confession might have something to do with wanting to get you into bed sooner, but learning you were already willing and he’s making you wait.” She shakes her head. “I’m kind of impressed.”
“Um, okay.” I chuckle, not really sure how to respond to that.
“I mean, Ant has talked about Sebastian’s ways, and I gotta say the guy he described is nothing like the person he seems to be when he’s with you. Kinda makes me jealous. I wish Anthony loved me enough to change for me.”
“Y’all have made it official. That’s something,” I offer, ignoring my need to ask what kind of things Ant has said about Sebastian.
I think it’s better that I don’t open that can of worms. I trust Sebastian, and I trust what we share. I don’t need to make something out of nothing.
“Yeah, I guess.” She shrugs, picking at a string on her pants.
“What about you and Blake?” I turn my attention to Bree who seems to have retreated into wherever she’s been most of the evening.
I don’t miss the brief look of something dark that crosses her face before her easy smile falls back into place.
“We’re good.” She doesn’t offer anything else.
“Just good, huh?” Court snorts. “Considering he never lets you out of his sight, I’d say he’s either really into you or really possessive. My vote is for the latter. If you ask me, I think he’s kind of scary.”
“He has a temper, and he’s kind of an ass.” Bree brushes off Courtney’s comment. “But he’s only like that around other people. When it’s just us, he’s good.”
“Okay…” I can tell Court wants to say more, but she refrains. The whole situation makes me feel uneasy, and yet I can’t seem to put my finger on why.
I agree, Blake seems a bit controlling, but what Courtney seems to be suggesting runs deeper than that. I can tell by the way she’s looking at Bree. I can also tell that Bree has no desire to discuss it any further with Courtney, so I quickly intervene.
“Okay, I’ve had enough boy talk. What do you say we go rent the new Channing Tatum movie?” I suggest, laughing when Courtney’s eyes go wide and she grins at me knowingly.
“Girl, you know I can’t resist my Channing.” She giggles, flinging her legs over the side of the bed.
“I’m in.” Bree follows suit, climbing off the bed seconds after Courtney does. “But first we need to order pizza. If I don’t get some greasy food into my body, it’s likely going to go into shock.”
“Pineapple and Ham?” I ask, making my way into the kitchen to get the phone number to Angelo's from a magnet hanging on the fridge.
“You know it.” Bree follows me in, grabbing a soda from the fridge.
“Don’t get me that nasty shit.” Courtney stops in the doorway leaning against the frame, her nose crinkling in disgust.
“Yes, I know—meat lovers for you,” I call over my shoulder.
“Because we all know how much Courtney loves the meat.” Bree snorts, leaning up against the counter.
I look from Courtney to Bree and then back to Courtney before all three of us burst into a fit of laughter. Once it starts, it’s nearly impossible to stop. As soon as it passes and my laughter starts to die off, Courtney or Bree will start laughing again and pull me right back under.
This is exactly what I needed, a night with my girls. Some time for us to catch up, laugh, binge eat greasy pizza, and watch sexy men on television. It’s something we don’t get to do nearly enough anymore. We are all so busy with our own lives.
While I love my time with Sebastian, our quickly growing relationship feels almost too heavy at times. I mean, it’s incredible, but it’s nice to just let go of all of that for a while and enjoy a night with my two best friends.
With only a year and a half left before graduation, I’m not sure how many more of these nights we’ll get.
The last few weeks have gone by in a blur. Even after over two months of dating, I still find myself sometimes wondering if all this is really happening. Sebastian has been nothing short of incredible and when I’m with him, I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
It doesn’t matter if were fooling around—we still haven’t gone all the way yet—or if we’re just sitting on the couch watching a movie, the butterflies in my stomach are always there. Even just thinking about him sends a swarm rushing through my belly.
He’s consumed me. My thoughts, my dreams, my heart—every piece of me now belongs to him. I eat, sleep, and breathe Sebastian Baxter. And I wouldn’t change one second of it.
Homecoming has been the highlight so far. Sebastian, of course, was crowned homecoming king and after accepting his crown led me onto the dance floor where we proceeded to share a slow dance in front of most of the school. It was only the homecoming queen, Heather, and her date, Jonah, with us on the dance floor and even with nearly all sets of eyes on us, I felt like there wasn’t another person in the room.
That’s what Sebastian does to me. He takes over all of my senses until nothing and no one exists except for him.
“Wow, Tess, you look...” Sebastian pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn away from the large windows in his formal living area just in time to see him enter the room, his eyes zeroed in on my bare thighs.
It’s Halloween and because his Dad is in L.A. for the week and his mom is visiting her sister in Georgia, Sebastian decided to throw a huge party. I think throwing parties is Sebastian’s way of giving his parents’ a big ole middle finger.
Once he settled on a date for the party we agreed to dress up like characters from eighties movies, but since we chose to keep our costume selections a surprise this is the first time he’s seeing me.
I opted to dress up as Alex from Flashdance and as such am wearing an oversized off the shoulder gray sweatshirt that hits me right around mid-thigh with only short black boy shorts underneath, black legwarmers, and bright red high heels. My long normally straight hair is teased in messy curls though I didn’t go all eighties with it and kept my style more modern. I decided to pull the entire look together with s
ome candy apple red lipstick just because.
I cover my mouth in an attempt to stifle the laugh bubbling in my throat when I get a good look at what Sebastian’s wearing. If I’m being honest, Sebastian looks anything but comical. In fact, he looks even sexier than normal, if that’s possible.
He’s dressed in a light pink button-down shirt that barely covers the tidy whities he’s sporting below. My eyes widen as I take him in. The clear definition of his man business making my lower belly clench tightly.
Certainly, he’s not going to walk around like that all night?
Then again, I already know he is. Sebastian would probably walk around naked if he wouldn’t get in trouble for indecent exposure. That boy is nothing if not comfortable in his own skin.
Averting my eyes, fearful that I might give away what seeing him like this is doing to me, I let my gaze travel along the rest of him.
His shirt is open at the top revealing a sliver of his perfectly toned chest. And his muscular legs are on full display with the exception of a pair of tall white tube socks that stop around the middle of his calf.
“Tom Cruise has got nothing on you.” I shake my head slowly, unable to tear my eyes away from him.
“Fuck, yes. See, I knew you’d know who I was.” He smiles in triumph.
“Risky Business is a classic. Who hasn’t seen it?” I question, the idea absolutely absurd.
“I think you’d be surprised.”
“I think you’d be surprised. That movie is more popular than you think,” I argue.
“Not as popular as Flashdance,” he says, gesturing to my outfit.
“I don’t know about that.” I shake my head in disagreement.
“Yeah?” I can already see the challenge in his eyes. “How about we make a little wager?” His smile turns wicked and he raises his eyebrows up and down as he stalks toward me, playfully shimmying his hips as he goes.
“Uh oh. I don’t know if I like the sound of this,” I tease, sliding my hand along the exposed part of his chest the instant he pulls me into him.
“I bet you that more people will know what movie you’re from than what movie I’m from.”
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