evermore || sebastian sallow

Chapter 64 - Sweet Nothing

(To make up for my 1 week unexpected hiatus, here's a spicy chapter I didn't plan for. Enjoy!)

Chapter 64 - Sweet Nothing

Warning: contains explicit adult content

My eyes fluttered open to daylight bathing the room around us, a warm body protectively wrapped around mine.

I would've thought I'd be the first one awake, but upon tilting my head up, I found Sebastian Sallow watching me with a soft grin.

"Good morning, my love," he greeted in that husky voice of his. I've always loved waking up to it.

I yawned, then smiled. "Good morning," I murmured, still groggy from sleep.

And it really was a good morning. Here I was waking up next to the love of my life, skin to skin, all battle armour dropped for once under the covers. After all the terrorizing things I went through, I never thought I'd ever see a good morning again.

He kissed my temple and pulled me closer to his chest, my head tucked in the crook of his neck and shoulder. His comforting scent of pine and autumn felt like home.

"How do you feel? Did you sleep alright?" There was concern in his tone.

"I did," I sighed. "Best sleep I've had in three months."

"Three months... it felt longer. I didn't have you for three months, Y/n, and it felt like an eternity."

"I know. There were days I wasn't even sure if they were real or not." I looked up at him. "This, I know is real."

Sebastian chuckled. "Good. That's good. I'm not going anywhere."

"And I mean it." I put a hand on his hard chest and pulled myself up a little so I could look at him. "You know, I didn't have nightmares last night. For months, I've been haunted by these dark thoughts but you're here now... so, today is different."

I saw blood creep up his cheeks as he gave me a half grin, tucking hair behind my ear. "Yeah, I gathered that actually. You didn't squirm or scream all night or anything, except before we slept." He winked.

"Oh, shut it." I slapped his chest playfully and laughed, attempting to pull myself away from him as I blushed, thinking about how I was tangled up with him all night.

He gripped my arm and pulled me back down, making me squeal.

"I didn't say you can go," he rumbled low. He placed me on top of him, then grazed his teeth on my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms.

"Sebastian, we'll be late for breakfast," I breathed.

"Will we?" He smirked. "I don't think so. You're right here."