Love At First Text ✔️

Her

I'll pop the mature content warning in where it begins so you can skip ahead if you wish. Spoiler; it does last till near the end of the chapter bc I got a little carried away while writing it.

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Eden didn't know why she was so nervous. She had no need to be. Her and Sebastian had had the most incredible past few days together, more so after the night when she'd told him she loved him, and he promised her forever. She felt almost as though she was floating, up on cloud nine without any chance of coming down.

They'd fallen almost immediately into the nature of a relationship. He joined her in the pool, lifting her up by the thighs until she was clinging to him, her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He liked doing that – did it often, whether she was in a bikini, or her pyjamas, or dressed in gym shorts and a jacket while they waited for the plane. He played with her hair, traced her jaw with his fingers, rubbed his hand up and down her back whenever she was in his arms. It was clearly that Sebastian's love language was physical touch, whether he admitted such or not. He was always touching her. Every chance he could get. It made sleeping in the high temperatures rather difficult, because his frame all but swallowed hers. She wouldn't change it though.

And they had kissed. A lot. In the pool, in the bedroom, in the shower. In the restaurant. At the airport. A lot. She loved it. Eden was thoroughly obsessed.

Yet now, she was nervous. Maybe because she had gotten into her head that she wanted to do more than kissing tonight, and it was more than a possibility.

Her anxiety was running away with her. Sebastian had slept with... well, he had slept with several people. Was likely more than skilled in that particular department. Not to say that Eden was unskilled, per se, however she wasn't too sure she would hold up to his standards. What if she wasn't good for him? What if she couldn't even manage it at all? Eden never deemed herself cock-shy, but she certainly felt it now.

"You're quiet. Everything okay?" He asked her. They were driving back from the airport, about fifteen minutes away from Eden's flat. She still hadn't asked him.

"Yeah, I was just," she trailed off, unsure of herself.

His hand left the gear stick to sit on her thigh, squeezing it encouragingly. "You can tell me. What's the matter?"

"I just, wondered, if you would mind if I stayed with you tonight? We can get a takeaway?" Sebastian's grin was wide.

"You want to come to mine?" She couldn't hide her own smile.

"Yeah. I do. Have you got room?" She joked.

"I could fit you in my pocket, beautiful." She bit the inside of her cheeks to stop herself from smiling any wider.

They arrived at Sebastian's within the next twenty minutes. He didn't live far from Eden, ten minutes at most, traffic depending. She liked that. Not that she was needy, but it made her happy to know she could go to see him without much fuss.

"Here, you go open the door," he said, giving her the key. "I'll bring our stuff in." He gave her a quick kiss, smacking her on the arse as she turned away. She jumped slightly at the contact, burying her grin behind her hair. She hadn't stopped smiling for the past seventy-two hours. Sebastian had her enraptured.

Eden kicked off her trainers at the door, shamelessly studying Sebastian's home as she did so. There wasn't much to study. Sebastian had abstained from decoration – all his living room housed was a cream, three seater sofa, a pale wooden coffee table, and a tv mounted to the wall. Sure, there were a few cushions on the sofa, and there was the tv remote and a set of three matching candles that had never been lit, but it looked bare.