Irresistibly Yours | 18+

What the Hell Is Happening?

***Sebastian's POV***

His hands rubbed his face, the breath he was holding releasing. What the fuck? The only thing he kept thinking. He didn't regret sleeping with her, not by a long shot. But her saying he should just say they're best friends when he would inevitably be asked again, that kind of stung a bit.

But he supposed she was right. Just because he'd just spent every second he could inside her the last few days didn't mean they weren't best friends anymore. And she was right. Whatever was going on with them was uncharted territory. But what the fuck was going on in her head that had her so zoned out just a few minutes ago?

"Fuck it," he muttered, getting up to go grab his phone. "Might as well order dinner while she's in there."

At that moment he heard the music start, then the shower. He chuckled as he dialed the restaurants number, listening as she started to sing along, definitely a little louder than she intended to. He loved that about her. Music followed her wherever she went. All different genres and decades. Suddenly a voice answered on the phone, bringing him back to the task at hand.

"Yeah! Uh, can I get a spicy tuna roll, a rainbow roll, and a, uh, Boston roll for delivery?" He closed his eyes. He didn't mind sushi, definitely not his first choice, but it was her favorite food to eat. "Yeah. The name's Sebastian."

He finished out the conversation, hanging up the phone. What wine would go best with their dinner? He wandered over to his wine cabinet, browsing the meager selection he had. Mostly reds. Sushi definitely called for a white wine. He pulled out his lone bottle of Chablis, shrugging. That would probably work just fine.

Bottle in hand he popped over to the fridge, tossing the bottle in the freezer. It should be chilled enough by the time food got there. He couldn't remember now how they got started on wine with every dinner they had together, but he couldn't complain. She could be real buttoned up, even with him, but if she got a glass or two of wine in her, his favorite side of her always came out easier.

The side of her only her students got to see all of the time. The silly side. He chuckled as he remembered the time she had donned one of his shirts, doing her best imitation of him, all the while laughing so hard she had snorted. He loved that side of her.

"Earth to Sebastian!" her hand waved in front of his face, snapping him back to the present.

"What, buttercup?"

"Where the fuck were you just now?" she laughed. "I've been talking to you for five minutes."

He watched as she doubled over, clutching her stomach, her laughter making him smile. He hadn't heard that particular laugh in too long. She was relaxed, finally. Whatever she was worried about she had worked out in the shower, like she often did.

"Obviously I was thinking, crazy girl," he shook his head. "Dinner should be here in 20 minutes or so."

He turned around to grab some wine glasses when suddenly he felt her leap onto his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, her chin resting on his shoulder.

"What is it?" She asked. He could practically feel her smile. "Is it sushi? Please tell me it's sushi!"

"Yes, dammit. I ordered sushi for you. Again." He chuckled, setting the wine glasses on the counter. "I guess I'm a sucker for that smile of yours. And that little dance you do every time you take that first bite."

"Sebastian! Are you teasing me about the happiness sushi brings me? Rude!" She laughed, wrapping herself tighter around him. "Thank you," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear.