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
"WHAT?" I screamed.
Sebastian set his head against the wall. "See? This is why I didn't want to tell you."
"WHY WOULDN'T you want to tell me?!" I demanded. "The whole time I thought he was YOU!"
Sebastian chuckled. "Nope. Not me."
I sighed then, leaning against the wall as a sudden... weight lifted from my chest.
Wasn't I supposed to be horrified? That his twin brother was the cliché evil twin?
No, I wasn't... I wasn't because...
Because now I knew that it wasn't Sebastian.
Sebastian gazed over at me; brows arched. "You look like you're panicking... but at the same time you're smiling. It's scaring me a little."
I looked up at him. "I'm supposed to be scared...."
"But?" he prompted.
"But this whole time there was a doubt in my mind that it was you," I told him, feeling energetic suddenly.
"And you're not scared because...." He trailed off when I shot my head up.
I then bolted straight for him, and he yelped when I jumped up and tackled him.
When he steadied himself, he arched his brows when I hoisted myself up and wrapped my arms and legs around him.
"Am I heavy?" I asked him.
He sputtered his lips. "That sounds like a trick question?"
"It's not," I assured him with a smile.
He smirked back, clearly amused. "No, you're not."
"Good." And I leaned forward, clasping out lips together.
He closed his eyes in response, letting me lean further into him as I lost myself.
He tasted so good... so... good.
Why was he so intoxicating?
But I just pulled back, hovering my face over his as my breath heated his cheeks. "I'm not scared because..." I locked eyes with him, "because it isn't you."
I pecked his lips again, and he closed his eyes in response, but I just pulled back.
"Can I tell you something?" I whispered.
"You can tell me anything," he said in response, tucking some hair away from my face.
My lashes fluttered as I gained the strength to respond, "Don't laugh at me."
"I'll try not to," he said; amused.
I gave him a look, but I just sighed, trying to find my words. "I don't think we can be friends...."
