Irresistibly Yours | 18+

What Now?

His words rang in her ears. This was it. It was happening. He regretted everything, and she was losing her best friend.

"I'm going to go take a shower. Then I'll pack my things and go," she blurted out, pushing passed him. She couldn't stand there and listen to him tell her that the last four days had been a mistake.

"Wait, Emma."

She kept walking, ignoring him. She didn't need him patronizing her right now. Trying to soften the blow. She already knew.

"Mackie? You're going to go get me the best whiskey you can find." She shoved her hand into her purse, pulling out what cash she had in there.

"This one's on me," he smiled at her. He turned to Sebastian, who was probably just a few steps behind her. "Don't be a dumbass. Fix this. I'll be back in 30."

With that, Mackie was gone. Shoving the money back into her purse she turned on her heel, heading straight for the bathroom. The quicker she did this, the easier it would be.

She turned on the water, letting it warm up as she stripped down, willing the tears to go away before they could spill over. Stepping under the water she sighed, hanging her head, her hands dusting in her hair. How had she let things go this far? It was supposed to stop after that night. Now she was on the brink of losing her best friend.

The bathroom door clicking shut snapped her out of her thoughts. Did he really follow her into the bathroom? What was he doing? The shower door opened and he stepped inside, closing it behind him.

"Sebastian, what the fuck?" she blurted out, her heart pounding in her chest. What was he doing?

"You know, I fucking hate how sometimes you say things and then just walk away, expecting the conversation to be over," he said through gritted teeth, grabbing her bottle of shampoo.

She watched as he poured some in his hand, wide eyed, unsure of what was going on. All she knew was she needed to get out of there. Fast. Before he could tear her whole world apart in a just a few simple words.

"You see," his voice was low and calm as he stepped toward her, motioning for her to turn around, and she obeyed, her heart in her throat. "You have this habit of deciding things are a certain way and that's all there is to it. You don't ask anybody else what their thoughts or feelings are on a matter. And it's incredibly frustrating sometimes."

"Sebastian-I"

"No, I'm talking now. You already said what you needed to say out there," he was closer now, his hands starting to work the shampoo through her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. "Did you take even half a second to let me speak? No. You just said what you needed to say and walked away. Now, I've got you in here with me and you're going to listen to me."

He turned her around, tipping her head back as he rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, his eyes never leaving hers. Emma had to admit he was right. She did have a tendency to decide something was the way it was without taking any input from others.

Sebastian spun her back around, gently wringing out excess water before applying her conditioner, his voice soothing her as he spoke.

"You asked me why I kissed you the other day. I don't fully know. I guess I got tired of ignoring those thoughts and just decided to do it. I mean, it's been 11 years, Emma. 11 years of us always skirting around the edge of taking that leap. 11 fucking years of wanting to kiss you when you're dancing and singing in the kitchen as you make even just a goddamn sandwich. 11 years of watching you walk around in those goddamn sweatpants you love so much, and a baggy shirt, and wanting nothing more than to be inside you. 11 years of craving your smile, your laugh, the way you smell, the way you sing in the shower because music fucking follows you everywhere you go. 11 goddamn years of loving the way your perfect fucking nose crinkles when you're being silly. Of watching you lose yourself in karaoke, watching you give your all to your students, watching you just have fun. Do you know how much it hurt when you said I should say that we're just friends?"

He continued washing her as he spoke, taking his time. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat. What was he saying?

"You asked why I kissed you the other night. You then asked me what I had said because I said it in Romanian." His voice took on a rough edge as he fisted his hand in her hair, tugging slightly, his other hand beginning to rub soap on her body. "So you want to know what I said?"

"Yes," she gasped, reaching up to grab onto any part of him she could find.

"I said 'pentru ca te iubesc' it means 'because I love you'," he whispered in her ear, his hand dipping between her thighs.

Crying out she clutched his shoulder behind her, her eyes closing. Had he really told her he loved her? All she could think of was his hand between her thighs at that moment. Her eyes snapped open.

"Sebastian, you film all around the world. Gone for months at a time. It would never work."

"Haven't you figured out I would do fucking anything for you by now?"