You meet a man at a bar, people stare and he takes you to karaoke. Well, you take him, but it was his idea. You think. You have one of the best nights of your life, happy with just the one.
But, he's here for two weeks. That's it, though. Just four...
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"Ice cream?" You ask, passing a cafe that served cones through the window.
"I actually think I'd throw up," Sebastian says, bringing a fist to his mouth.
"My turn to hold your hair back?"
"Hmm-mm." He looks at you with a smile.
The town is busy and the gulls provide a soundtrack to your day as you walk around. You held hands while exploring the castle, he'd pulled you towards something he'd wanted you to see and then forgot to let go. Fingers intertwined as he drew circles on your thumb with his.
When you left, heading into the streets to have a nosy at the shops he let go. He'd still touch you, hand resting against the small of your back as you walked through doors or small tugs as he got excited about something he'd found.
Last night wasn't talked about, the almost sex and warm whispers. You'd woken up with his fingers tracing lines along your back under the tee which had scrunched to a crease at your armpits. He stopped as soon as you stirred and turned to face him, pulling your shirt down to cover your skin.
Now you were looking for somewhere to lunch. He wanted to catch up on some of his emails and you were getting hungry.
"Fancy some pizza?" He asks as you see a badly drawn slice on one of the A-frames outside the line of restaurants. "You never did get to eat that one from the other night."
"Always up for pizza."
It's dark inside the long and narrow building and you head upstairs to sit on one of the quieter floors.
You both order cheese and tomato pizzas and Cokes, with Sebastian asking for a jug of water.
He's on his phone now, working through his replies. You watch him as he reads through the words on his screen with a curled finger over his mouth. Sometimes he rubs his forehead, just over his left eye and the crease of his thumb moves to rest on his lips.
Your chin sits in your palm as you smile at him and his seriousness.
"I can see you looking." He says, bringing his phone up to try and hide his face.
"You look so moody."
"It's serious stuff, you know."
"I bet. Telling people how many zeros you want at the end of your next cheque?"
"Something like that." When he puts his phone down it almost starts ringing immediately.
You don't see a name as he fumbles to answer it.
"I have to take this, sorry." He says and walks away towards the stairs so you can't hear him.
You go on your phone now, knowing you have texts from Chloe waiting.
