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Thirty One

"If I eat anymore I may literally explode." I groan as I lean back in my chair and lay a hand on my very full stomach.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to call it quits too." Sebastian sighs as he mimics my actions.

"This was good, though. Thanks for the spontaneous date." I tell him, smiling.

He had brought me to a locally owned restaurant that was run by a single family. The specialized in Italian food and I was absolutely blown away by the quality of their food.

"Oh, it's not over yet." Sebastian smirks as he finishes off his glass of water. I cut him off of alcohol after he had three whiskey sours. I couldn't let him get too crazy since he is driving. I mean, I wouldn't care to drive, but he refuses to tell me where he wants to go and want he has planned for tonight.

Romantic asshole.

"Really? Are you going to tell me what we are doing next?" I ask, hoping to get a better response this time.

"Absolutely not." He smiles. He knows he is pushing my buttons and he is thoroughly enjoying it.

"Fine. Be that way." I huff as our server brings us our check. Sebastian slides his card to the nice young man before turning back to me and silently watching me. Something he knows I don't particularly enjoy.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." He grins.

"Stop staring at me." I tell him as I feel a blush beginning to crawl up my cheeks.

"I'm trying to imagine what our kids will look like." He jokes and leans forward in his chair.

"Well, you shouldn't worry about what they look like. You should worry what they're going to act like because between my overly dramatic ass and you just being a huge man-child, we're utterly fucked." I say trying to keep a straight face but crack a smile at the end.

"You might have a point." Sebastian laughs as our server returns with his card, handing it back to Sebastian.

We thank him again before Sebastian leaves him a nice tip and we head out into the city once again. The sun is almost completely gone from the sky, only a sliver of light remains in the horizon. People of all ages, ethnicities, and lifestyles pass us on the sidewalk as we walk back to the car hand in hand. No one seems to notice Sebastian and I'm thankful for the peace.

Once we reach the car, I slide into my usual spot and an idea pops into my head to try and get some information.

Sebastian's door has just enough time to shut before I practically jump him. I gently grab his jaw as I lean over the middle console and kiss him slowly. I feel him tense from the surprise, but soon his lips fall into rhythm with mine. My hands snake their way into his hair, then down the back of his neck, stopping at his shoulders. His tongue battles mine for control. He tastes like the sweet cannoli he had for dessert and I savor the flavor on his lips.

"Babe. " Sebastian says lowly between kisses.

"Hm?" I respond, not wanting to take my lips away from his.

"I know what you're doing." He smiles against my lips before he begins to trail his lips down my neck, leaving wet kisses.

"Is it working?" I breathe out, eyes closed as I enjoy the feeling of his lips against my neck.

"Nope." He laughs and the cashmere soft lips that I love having on my skin so much are suddenly gone from me.

My eyes open to see Sebastian smirking back at me, hardly an inch from my face.