THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
I didn't know what time it was, but the sun had just started rising when I parted my lashes that morning.
My room was still flooded with darkness, and I was in the same position that I was in when Sebastian tucked me in last night.
I winced and rolled onto my back, letting out a long yawn.
I didn't understand why he showed every sign of wanting to smother me in my sleep, and then he did stuff like this... taking... care of me.
"Seriously..." I whispered, "what is with him?"
"I'm right here," he said from next to me.
I let out a gasp and spun over, eyes widening when I saw him lying beside me on my bed.
Though he was still wearing jeans and a T-shirt he had at the restaurant... he was lying beside me with his hand under his head.
"Have you been here the whole night?" I questioned him.
He shrugged. "Had nothing better to do."
I stared for a moment. "Have you been awake all night?"
His eyes flickered up to mine. "Is that... a problem?"
"It means you've been staring at me all night," I replied, pushing my sleeve back over my shoulder, "which some girls would 'whoo' over but... it's just creepy."
He smirked then. "You don't actually think that, do you?"
I parted my lips. "You don't know me."
"I know you better than you think," he answered coolly. "Not only that, but... who snuggled with me every night willingly?"
I glared. "That means nothing. I thought I was dreaming."
"You have a crush on me," he corrected, eyes glowing in the darkness.
My cheeks flooded with red. "You're insane."
"And you're blushing," he replied, chuckling, "and it's proving my point."
"Why do you like teasing me?" I questioned him then, shaking my head. "Why is it so amusing to you, huh?"
He only smiled, shuffling further onto his side and making full eye contact with me. "Why do you make it fun?"
I glared at him then. "You are a player. I know guys like you."
"Guys like me?" he wondered.
"Jock boys," I hissed. "Players. All of them. They make some cheesy quip to get you to date them, and then two months later, they're over you, fawning over another girl."
