stranger than fiction || s. stan

the thirteenth chapter

maeve

We ended up back at my house. Long after the sun had sat, and after stopping to get a bottle of something to drink, we ended up on the empty shoreline behind my house.

The air had cooled after the sun went down but it was still warm as hell. Though the cool breeze was more than refreshing.

The bottle of vodka was cold in my hand as I took a seat in the dry sand. Sebastian sat down next to me; he had left his jacket and we both left our shoes inside.

"It's really pretty." I said quietly against the breeze. "The water. I love how it gets so black at night. And reflects the moon."

"It is really pretty." Sebastian agreed with me before putting his arm around my shoulders. I blushed and leaned a little closer.

"When do you go back to Atlanta?"

"Next Friday so a little over a week." He said. "So you have a lot of work meetings this week?"

"A few. On Monday and Tuesday. I'll probably go to filming, too. Since I wrote most of it and it's here in L.A."

"And yet you didn't want to come to the filming of Infinity War." Sebastian tisked and shook his head.

I laughed as I looked at him. "That was across the country."

"Yeah, I'm sure rhat was the reason. You can admit it. It was because of me."

Again I laughed but this time I only shook my head before leaning in even closer to him. His arm went tighter against my back and the comfort it brought me was as if it was from another world.

"I have to clean out a storage unit and it's going to be so much work," I whined. "It's all my mom's and Adam's things so it's going to be hard."

"When are you going to do it?"

"It has to be done by the end of the month which really doesn't give me much time. I'll probably do it Wednesday and bring Sawyer with me to help."

He chuckled. "How much help is a four year old?"

"Surprisingly a decent amount. She's better at making messes but..." I trailed off as I laugh.

"Well if you need any help, let me know."

I kissed his cheek as a thank you before I stood up and dusted off the sand from the back of my dress. Taking the bottle of vodka, I took a small swig of it and then handed it back to him. "Do you want to go swimming?"

"Right now? I don't have a bathing suit."

"You know, you can swim in your underwear. Night swimming is so much fun." I said and set my hand on my hip. "What, too chicken?"

At my words he stood up and started to take off his shirt. "I am not chicken. It's just this seems familiar. Killer shark in the water at night."

"Wrong ocean," I laughed and turned. "Unzip me."

"Oh, that I could definitely do."

I rolled my eyes. "Perv."

He laughed and his breath hit the back of my neck, making me want to do more than just swim. But the water looked so pretty in the moonlight and I hadn't been in the waves since I went surfing last week.