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It’s just us.
Me and her.
And I wish it could stay this way.
“I…” She sighs, her movements slowing. “I…”
“You?” I pull back, placing a kiss on her forehead as I retreat. “Can’t finish a sentence because I rocked your fucking world?”
She grins and slumps forward, draping herself over me as she pants. “I don’t know why I expected something other than cocky humor at a time like this.”
I bury my face in her hair. “I’m always willing to give you all the cock-y you need.”
She shoves me away, scoffing through her laughter. “I need to clean up.”
I nod, but my hands refuse to give her up.
“Which means you’re going to have to move so I can get to the bathroom.” She beams up at me, her eyes dazzling, her face more mesmerizing than words can describe.
I keep nodding. “I will. Just not ready to let go of you yet.”
The grin turns shy. Almost embarrassed.
Shit.
I’m done for.
She fucking owns me.
“You said it’s been a while.” I run my fingers through her hair, swiping the stray strands behind her ear as I give in to curiosity. “How long?”
Her cheeks darken with the cutest blush. “Long enough that I needed time to adjust.”
Yeah, I got that part. I’d initially hurt her, and I feel like a fucking chump for doing it. But I’m still confused.
“What’s with the abstinence?” It doesn’t make sense. She’s phenomenal. Fucking captivating. Men would fall to their knees to please her. “You don’t like sex?”
She sobers, the glaze of lust blinking from her eyes. “It comes down to trust, Sebastian. Everything does.” She places her palm on my chest, gently pushing. “Let me clean up.”
I backtrack, allowing her to scoot from the table and hustle into the hall.
While she’s gone, I pull on my boxers and knit my fingers behind the back of my head as reality jackhammers its way into my skull.
Tonight is a game changer.
This thing with Keira will affect my relationship with Hunter. With Torian. And I can’t forget Anissa, too.
Everything will shift, and I can only hope it’s for the best, because my life doesn’t have room for any more wrong turns.
I go in search of the laundry to find my clothes, giving her a few minutes alone. I don’t find anything in the washing machine, so I check the dryer, the warmth still radiating from the clothes as I pull out my dress shirt.
The material is clean, crisp, and scented like a florist as I shove my arm into the sleeve and proceed to get my hand stuck at the cuff.
“What the fuck?” I jab my arm harder, getting my fist through the restriction and deal with the same exact issue with the other arm.
She shrank my shirt.
My only fucking shirt.
The cuffs ride up my forearms, tight as sutures. And I can only clasp the bottom three buttons across my stomach.
“Perfect.” I chuckle. “Fucking perfect.”
Keira sure as shit wasn’t joking about her lack of laundry skills.
I don’t even bother grabbing my pants. They’re a problem I’ll have to deal with tomorrow. Instead, I scramble through the dryer and pull out something for her in the hopes the material will be just as tight and revealing.
I grab a see-through pair of panties and a silken slip of nightwear, then stalk my ass back down the hall.
When I don’t find her in the living area, I divert my trek to the bathroom, and lean my shoulder against the door frame to find her facing the mirror, eyes blank, mouth lax.
She’s off with the fairies, glancing into space.
“I’d stare too if I had a reflection like yours,” I taunt.
Her lips quirk as she blinks to attention and turns to me. “Sure you would.”
I hand over her clothes and watch as she slips them on too easily. Not a glimpse of fucking shrinkage in sight while she covers her tempting body. If anything, the black nightdress swims around her waist.
“What happened to your shirt?” She eyes me up and down.
“You happened.” I raise my arms to show the new tight fit. “I can’t even clasp the top buttons.”
“You look…” She covers her mouth with a hand, but it doesn’t hide the laughter in her eyes.
“Fucking ridiculous?” I ask.
She snickers. “Kinda.”
“Hey. Not nice.” I grab her, pulling her into me as I lean my ass against the vanity. “What are you still doing hiding in here, anyway?”
She drags her gaze from mine and plays with my collar. “Clearing my head.”
“What are you thinking about this time?”
“Everything and nothing.” Her fingers graze the front of my shirt, her palms splaying across my pecs. “I want to trust you, Sebastian.”
Wants to—meaning she currently doesn’t.
I clench my jaw, fighting frustration.
“Despite what you might think, it’s not easy for me to let people in. But I’m trying.” She sucks in a deep breath and lets it out in a sigh. “I haven’t had sex in years. Many years.”
I’d make a joke if it wasn’t for her somber tone. An influx of trepidation fills the room, putting me on edge. “There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“And I’ve only been with two men. Three including you.”
I nod and struggle not to shudder under the uncomfortable prickle at the back of my neck. “I appreciate you telling me.”
“That’s not all.” Her eyes meet mine, the ocean blue stormy and turbulent. “My first sexual experience wasn’t consensual.”