Different Times: Sebastian Sallow x Reader

8 - Princess

Delilah's POV:

I woke up sometime later with arms wrapped around me. I didn't remember much of what happened last night but enough to know they were Sebastian's arms. I didn't want to wake him so I slowly turned to face him, I admired his tan face in the golden glow of the sunrise. I snuggled toward him again and his arms tighten around me like he was afraid I would get up. I closed my eyes not wanting to leave this moment, but knowing I had to try and send them back to their time today. I slowly drifted into my mind when I felt him shift slightly and kiss my forehead. My eyes fluttered open only to make contact with his golden brown ones. Everything about him just seemed so perfect in this time.

"Good morning," I whispered with a smile forming, "how'd you sleep?"

"Much better, thank you for sharing your bed, I umm I'll just get out of your way now so you can get ready." His cheeks were flushed as he began to pull away.

"You- uhh, you don't have to," I could feel myself turn bright red as he looked over my face. "I would like to stay here a few more minutes if you don't mind." I blushed harder and looked away knowing I resembled a tomato.

"As you wish, princess." There's that nickname again, it made me blush even more, but I still didn't know why he is even calling me it other than something I had said in a dazed state. He wrapped his arm back around me and put his chin on top of my head. "This is nice." He whispered holding me close yet loose knowing I wasn't going to leave. I nodded in agreement wanting to drift back into the same peaceful sleep I had awoke from. Knowing I couldn't  back to that sends an ache into my chest.

I didn't want them to go back, but it's what they wanted. I couldn't help but imagine how life will be after knowing them in this way compared to how they'll appear in my memories.

Delilah's POV

I get up from bed and walk to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to be sure I am awake. Then I walk to the kitchen for the glass of water I desperately need now. As I walk into the living room, I see the reason for all my desires fast asleep on the couch. He is lit up by the glowing fireplace, his hair falling into his eyes, and his cheeks dotted with adorable freckles.

My eyes travel further down, noticing he still hasn't put the shirt on. I stare at his toned chest in awe until I see him begin to stir. I quickly grab my cup of water and slip out to the porch to listen to the sound of the waves and let the night air cool me down. The feelings in my dreams were so intense I couldn't tell they weren't real until the rude awakening.

"What are you doing up?" I hear from the doorway, and a shiver runs down my spine as the déjà vu hits me.

I turn to see the gorgeous, sleepy boy. He is even hotter than my dream made me remember.

"Bad dream," I say, lying through my teeth. They were amazing dreams. "Why are you up?"

"Uncomfortable. I'm just a little tall for your couch," he says with a kind smile.

I catch myself staring at his lips as I lick my suddenly dry ones.

"I told you to take my bed. I am fine with sleeping on the couch."

I roll my eyes as he mocks me.

"'I told you to take the bed.' Well, deal with it. I won't make you sleep on a couch. Do you want company?"

He's so bossy and kind in the same sentence—it's too hot.

I bite my lip and give him a small nod. He sits beside me and puts his arm across the back of the bench.

"This place is definitely calming."

"It's an escape from everyone." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and pull my knees to my chest. This place has been my safe haven for years now. "I like school, but people are so quick to judge."