evermore || sebastian sallow

chapter 22 - daydreams

chapter 22 - daydreams

"No one has to know, darling," Sebastian whispered in my ear, tracing his nose along my jaw. "We can be our own secret."

All I could do was breathe, despite the underwater sensation he transported me into.

His lips made a path down my skin to my throat. "You could tell me to stop."

I couldn't speak, my lips only parting in silence.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I should have said yes. I should have refused, but what came out was,

"Don't."

One word was all he needed to finally let go and ki—

I gasped awake on my bed, making me jerk up.

The Ravenclaw dormitory was cloaked in moonlight, letting me know sunrise was still in a few hours. Constance was peacefully snoring loudly in her bed in front me. At least I knew I wasn't making noises or else she would have woken up by now. That would've been embarrassing.

I closed my eyes, clutching my neck with both hands and tilting my head up to the ceiling. My heart beat too fast so I tried to calm it down, my skin also feeling hot.

"What the fuck," I muttered to myself in the darkness.

It wasn't the first time I had a similar dream like that either. If it wasn't nightmares, it was that.

Utter torture. Utterly pleasuring torture. Because I knew that will never happen.

It can't.

After a few more seconds, I finally opened my eyes and exhaled a calm breath. I plopped myself back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

I thought about what almost happened between me and Sebastian a week ago. I was stupid and careless and an idiot. And now, it was even making it my dreams!

After a minute of contemplating my life choices, I somehow I found myself out of bed, kneeling on the floor to reach for a box under the bedframe. I took it and sat on my bed again, opening to take out Sebastian's stack of letters from the summer.

These letters have become my safe space recently. But I couldn't bring myself to open the letters he sent me when I was still angry at him over the summer.

Until now.

With trembling, sweaty hands, I reached for one and opened it carefully. I began to read:

Dearest Y/n,

I regret everything I said. And if there's one thing you should know is that I do not regret us.

I know you're angry, but I want to see you again this summer.

You deserve a real apology.

Come be angry at a nearer distance. Just let me see you. Please.

Sebastian

I laughed quietly because it was funny really. I was pretending to be angry with him now at a nearer distance. And I guess now it was nice to know he regretted everything he said that summer.