Hidden Pasts | 18+|

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Anastasia's POV:

I sighed in happiness. This was what I wanted. Him being here was just so perfect. I'd already fallen for him, I mean how could you not. He's so handsome and caring towards me, I feel I've known him for ages. In a way, our relationship is deeper than other peoples relationship even with the timeline in mind. Sebastian has been with me this whole time and in my mind, I was with him too, learning everything about him.

"Let's go downstairs for breakfast beautiful. What do you feel like?" He asked as he swept me up in a warm bundle, heading downstairs towards his impressive kitchen.

His house was gigantic and it wasn't the only gigantic thing he owned, I blushed at the thought. But he never boasted his money or shamed me for how I got mine. He was respectful of my boundaries and just wanted to genuinely help. So I did the same in return. I didn't ask how he got his house or fancy cars or clothes at such a young age and at this point, it all didn't really matter. I mean, he wasn't THAT young. He looked to be about 28, 2 years older than me but was definitely far more successful.

Pulled out of my trance, I giggled softly. "Mmmm.. pancakes!" I laughed again at how my sudden choice made him chuckle.

"Pancakes it is."

He put me on the kitchen counter next to where he started preparing the ingredients to make my favourite breakfast.

"Strawberries?"

"Ooo yes!" I said with excitement, which he found cute. "And whipped cream please!"

I sat there watching his large hands cut up the strawberries for me, his muscles so perfectly built. He looked up at me, catching me staring at him. I looked away quickly, blushing profusely. He smirked and then continued with his work. Could he manage to get any more attractive? He can cook. Ladies, get yourself a man who can cook. Ugh, he's my man.

"Nearly ready darling. I'm sure you're hungry." He gave me a sweet peck on my cheek, tracing my face with his hand.

"God, you're beautiful." He said placing kisses all over my face.

"S-Sebastian haha stop." I giggled. "You don't want to burn the pancakes."

He spread my legs and stood in between them to get a better view of my small face.

"They can wait." He kissed my lips ever so softly and I melted into him. He parted from me and smiled, then getting the pancakes out of the pan.

"Breakfast is ready." He lifted me up once again and put me into the chair beside his at the long dining table. He the pancakes, strawberries, maple syrup and whipped cream onto plates and carried them over to me.

"Here you are sweetheart, eat well. You must be starving."

"Thank you." I took a bite of the pancakes and I think I nearly started crying. They were so good.

How does he manage to give me butterflies all the time? I think I'm in love.

Unsure of what he was feeling, I kept my own feelings to myself but before long, they're going to get revealed one way or another. I wasn't prepared to fall for him. In fact, I tried to keep myself away but I just couldn't bear to do that.

Maybe in the long run it would hurt me, but I was willing to take my chances.