Monster || Sebastian Stan Fanfic

12. Never Let Me Go

Hope's P.O.V

After that moment, in New Year, Sebastian and I have been seeing each other constantly.

We go on long walks during the weekends. He has travelled a lot, so he tells me about it. And I tell him about London, my childhood and teenage years. He hardly ever speaks about his family, but I don't ask much about it either. I don't want him to feel uncomfortable.

I showed him my scrapbook and all the photos in it. I noticed a picture was missing. I probably lost it when I packed my stuff. He saw two blank spots and asked me about them. I told him about Antoine. I decided to fill in those spots by adding new pictures. One with Jason (who Sebastian thought I was dating. I remember I laughed so hard at his idea that my stomach was in pain) and the other one with him. He was delighted by the idea.

Just being around Sebastian makes me feel safe. He is funny and knows how to cheer me up after a long day at work. He often plays the piano for me.

We go for a drink every now and then or we have bourbon shots at his place or mine. That usually ends up with both of us drunk as hell, crashing at each other's houses. He seems to have grown a soft spot for my guestroom now that I've moved to a much bigger place (work has paid off). He holds my hand and takes it to his chest whenever he laughs too hard at one of my jokes. He has carried me to bed a few times, after passing out from being too tired. He knows the right words to say when I get upset over something silly.

I am 100% aware that I'm going to fall in love with him, eventually. There have been moments of silence and eye-gazing but it hasn't gotten any further than that.

He is very respectful of women and I truly like that. I'm not sure if he feels the same way about me, though. But there's a tiny piece of me that likes to think he does.

Sebastian's P.O.V

"You are really beautiful, you know that, right?", I mumble, drunkenly.

Hope and I are sitting on my sofa as we have bourbon shots. She laughs and shakes her head. I just adore when she does that.

I've been seeing her frequently. I like to hang out with her.

So far, I've managed to act as a normal person. I've hidden my blood stash inside a freezer, on my basement. I take out some blood of my own, every now and then, in case something goes wrong (this was an advice from Elijah, so why not?).

I usually keep that in some small bottles on the fridge. Hope once asked me what those were and I told her they were some protein drinks that tasted awfully (in order for her to believe it, I had to add some strawberries to them, so they would look like actual drinks).

"I'm not, but thank you...", she says.

"You are!", I insist. "I don't even know why you are still single in the first place!".

She blushes and takes another shot.

"Maybe I haven't found the right guy just yet", she sighs and I feel a bit of pain, she looks at me and continues "Or maybe I have and he is the one who doesn't know it...".

I stare at her. There's no more laughter, only silence. She looks down and clears her throat.

"Hope... Come on over", I say and she comes closer. I hold her tight against my chest. "Any man would be lucky to have you in his life", I whisper. She gently pulls herself away and looks at me. Those eyes tell me I'm doomed.

I can feel her breath against my lips and I decide I've waited long enough for this moment. So, I kiss her, softly, gently, slowly. I kiss her as she deserves to be kissed and loved.

It takes all my inner strength not to look the way I do when I crave for something, but all of those thoughts go away easily when I feel her lips.

The kiss seems everlasting, but it comes to an end. I smile at her and hold her close to me.

I lose track of time whenever I'm with her and right now, I just want every second to be eternal.

"I've been waiting for that kiss longer than you think, Hope", I whisper. She doesn't reply as she has fallen asleep. I carry her to my bed and lay down at her side. I kiss her temple and grab her by the waist before falling asleep.