Just Him ❤

118. Black silk.

Chloe's POV.
"No, stay, just for a few more minutes." I swiftly wrapped my legs back around Seb's waist as he went to leave my body to lay beside me. He smiled lazily down at me, more than happy to stay connected to me and more than happy to keep exchanging soft, slow kisses until he'd inevitably fall asleep on top of me. Feeling him relax again, I let my legs fall away from him and pulled him down gently to share kisses that got softer, slower and longer as he got more and more sleepy.

"Mein schöner Ehemann, ich liebe dich so sehr." I whispered against his lips and felt him smile in response. I still didn't know much German which didn't bother Seb, but I knew he loved it when I did manage to say a few words to him in his native language.

"Ich liebe dich auch, meine schöne Frau." I could feel from his kisses that he was losing the battle to keep his eyes open, he kissed me one more time and eased himself from inside me so that he could shuffle downwards just enough to lay his head on my chest. "Try and get some sleep." He briefly lifted his head and kissed my right breast before settling down on me, wriggling a little bit to make himself more comfortable. "Forget Stephen, you're always safe with me." I didn't reply, instead I just held Seb and stroked the back of his head until I felt him fall asleep. Then I lay there, dreading what tomorrow might bring.

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After a long day at the circuit, in which Seb had spent every spare, available second with me when he wasn't tied up with media duties, meetings or fan signings, we all arrived back at the Four Seasons Hotel. As he had whenever we'd been out in public since Michael's warning, Seb gripped my hand tightly and made sure I had Antti walking alongside me as we made our way back into the hotel. At his insistence, I'd tried to call Michael about his message when we were back home but all my calls had failed, leaving us both wondering what he knew about Stephen. The lift stopped a few floors before ours and a group of four men got in with us, I saw Britta glance at Seb, he was eyeing the men warily and he pulled on my hand to bring me right in to his side. It was protective gesture, and in a way it was quite a turn on, although this was going to be a very long weekend if Seb was going to view everyone they saw as a potential threat to me. I looked up at my handsome husband after I felt him kiss the top of my head, I flexed my fingers, the grip he had on my hand was bordering on painful and I needed him to relax his hold a bit. His jaw was tensed, his eyes were fixed on the men who moved closer as the lift stopped again and a couple of men stepped in wearing Racing Point shirts. I was starting to think that taking the stairs would have been a better option, I hated that he was like this, tense, always on high alert every time we left the hotel and suspicious of everyone around us. I felt my phone vibrate in my bag and I quickly looked down at it. Was that the message I'd been agonising over? Was he calling for me now or was he going to make me wait, prolonging my agony even more? The lift stopped once more and it emptied out, leaving just the four of us and I yanked my hand from Seb's vice like grip, shaking it to get the blood flow going again and turned to face him.
"Do you have to grip onto me quite so hard?"

"Sorry." A small flicker of a smile ghosted his lips as his eyes moved from the lift doors to me. "I can't deal with this all weekend." He groaned suddenly, rubbing his face.

"Then relax, I'm sure I'll be fine." I replied, stroking my hand down his arm. The lift finally reached our floor and we all stepped out together. "Maybe we're overthinking things. All Michael said was to be careful." I added.

"Chloe's right Seb." Britta said from behind us. "And you'll do yourself no favours when it comes to getting in that car tomorrow if you're wound up like this." I nodded my head agreement, the thought of Seb charging around the Interlagos circuit tomorrow in his current state of mind was unsettling to say the least.

"He sent Chloe that text for a reason." He stopped as we reached the room that Britta was sharing with Antti. He didn't even want Britta to be left on her own too much this weekend and so they were in a larger than normal twin bed room for the both of them to share. "And with Stephen back prowling around this weekend, I'm taking no chances. I'll see you both tomorrow." Grabbing my hand he walked on, leaving his PR and his trainer behind. I looked behind us, mouthing the word 'sorry' to them both as he pulled me along with him. The moment we got back into our hotel suite and the door was closed he pulled me close, engulfing me in his arms, making me drop my bag to the floor. Whenever we were both in here he seemed calmer and as I looked into his eyes and linked my hands at the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss I could feel the stress of the day begin to melt away from him.