DISCONTINUED
UPDATE 8/15/2023: Thank you to all who have read this book, I truly do appreciate and love each and every one of you. However, I will not be continuing this book. I will be keeping it on my page, however, it will not be completed. Thank...
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It had been a few days since the eventful night of my party. They actually blurred by. They were spent getting ready to start working again and of course, talking to Sebastian.
Though I hadn't seen the man since the morning after, he was all I could think about. I knew it wasn't going to end well, I couldn't help it though. But it was like a bad accident. I just couldn't look away.
It was definitely an odd feeling though; being almost glued to my phone like when I was in college. While I tried my best not to focus too much on it when Sawyer was around, when she wasn't, my eyes never left the screen. I knew I should have been working, I knew that I should have started working on the Netflix show and getting things ready. But I couldn't help it.
Today was different. I had set my phone to the side. Sawyer was at preschool for another couple hours, and then would be having a play date with her friend. I had actual time to get started before I had to pick her up from her friends house.
That is what I at least thought until I heard a car pull up outside my house and then a few seconds later the doorbell rang.
I saved the work on my Mac and then left my bedroom, praying that it wasn't Lizzie. If it was her I knew I could throw the rest of my day out because I would not be able to get any work done with her here.
It didn't occur to me that there was another person now that could have the same affect, and even though I was happily surprised when I saw Sebastian standing on my front porch, I knew my work day had just ended.
"Hello." I said and leaned against the door. "If you're trying to sell something, I'm not interested."
"Damn, I was hoping to sell at least a few Girl Scout cookies today."
I half smiled and let out a breathless laugh before I asked the question that needed to be asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, you know, I figured that..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Would just wanting to see you be a good reason?"
"That depends. I have work to do."
"The Netflix script?" I nodded. "I can help if you want."
"You? Help me? Aw. Don't you usually memorize the script? Not write it?" I playfully asked.
He mocked shock as he took a step closer to me. "I happen to be a very creative man."
"Creative? Or just have a good memory?" I pushed further.
He stepped closer and set his hands on my waist. "Maybe you're just good at plagiarizing." And then he was kissing me.
