Evening Promises

eleven.

"Was that a confession?" I pull back making direct eye contact and he chuckles looking away.

"don't make me say it again" his cheeks burn a hot red and I find mine changing just as much while the urge to make him say it again eats at my insides.

I trace my fingers over the hair tie wrapped around my wrist, tilting my head until I make the sight of his initial, "Why do u have an S on your ties? I assume they're all like that" I finally questioned.

He reaches out for my hand, holding it in his lap and admiring the S on the tie, "Well as you can tell, my hair is pretty lengthy so I tend to keep a few with me just in case and yes they're all like this. There is honestly no reason as to why I did this but it felt right you know, a little more meaningful" He shrugs his shoulders and I laugh cocking my brows.

"And to think you were rejecting that girl's hair tie because you knew I was watching" I smack my lips looking to the side.

"I haven't had these ties for long, I got them made when I decided I wanted to flex it when someone asks if I need to borrow one or not. I was going to take the tie so she could leave me alone but I did notice you watching so I denied" Sebastian says shrugging his shoulders. I reach to pull the tie off my wrists to return it, but he adjusts it back in place.

He then leaves a pat on my thigh as he stands to his feet, "I better get home, you're okay now aren't you?" He says and I nod showing him I'm fine.

"Are you sure you don't want to stay and cuddle?" I question cocking my brow and he lets out a small laugh shaking his head at my blunt concern.

"I would love to but I don't know if Iris here could handle such purity" he gestures towards his manhood and I mentally gasp.

Out of all the responses that are flowing through my mind I land with, "You named your dick, Iris?"

He laughs, not at all shocked by the question, and proceeds to explain my concern, "That's the only way I can appreciate my girly middle name, by naming something I love after it"

His mentioning that he loves his manhood sent radiation waves through all aspects of my needy soul and already now warm vagina, "is it hot in here?" I say puckering my lips, pushing air through them, and fanning my face with my hand.

"Aren't you tired? Just stay the night." I say trying my best to sound as casual as possible so he doesn't notice how badly I wanna fall asleep to his touch, but the smirk landing on his lips gives me away and he doesn't hesitate to remove his shoes.

He lies beneath the covers and I lift my side to crawl underneath. Without warning, he pulls me in close to him where my head is lying against his chest and his fingers are massaging my scalp. Instantly I feel relaxation hit me and I can't help but snuggle closer.

"Your chest is comfortable, I could fall asleep in seconds" I yawn closing my eyes.

"Don't say that or my heartbeat will keep you up for hours" he whispers as a response while holding me close to him. He hugs his hand against my head and presses his lips against my forehead, holding my head still and close.

Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep. The morning light flashed through my eyes, and I felt a burning sensation before I turned over in the opposite direction. Sebastian wasn't laying beside me and my bed felt empty, a new feeling I didn't know I had. Emptiness.

I wipe my eyes to adjust them to the burning light, removing my comforter to stand to my feet. But instead, I just lay there staring at the ceiling like I couldn't have a care in the world. I wouldn't say my life sucks (which it does) but I can't say my life is great either (which it isn't). Working to make money but feeling overwhelmed with thoughts the days I'm off.