Sebastian scaled the wall to me. He couldn’t even use the front door for fear of taking his eyes off me. At least, that’s what I hope it was. That he couldn’t bear to part for me like my body couldn’t bear to leave his.
By the time I walked back into the room, Sebastian was already underneath the covers. His chest was uncovered, with small curls of chest hair on his body. I bit my lip, rubbing my fingers together beside my body.
Luckily the room was dark, just the small light coming from the screensaver from my laptop, but it was enough light to show all the shadowed muscles that ripped his torso. I gulped, seeing the slow tantalizing breaths rise from his chest. The sheet sat low on his hips, giving me a peek at his Adonis belt.
How could I be so nervous and comforted at the same time? One hand was behind his head, his eyes trailing the legs of my pale black silk shorts and tank top. I put on a laced bra for good measure.
These babies can’t be swaying around in the middle of the night, poking him in the eye.
Then again, he might like that.
Wouldn’t mind if he poked me in the eye with his—
“Come here,” he interrupted me with a purr. All witty comments to help my nervousness now gone, my shaky hands pulled back the sheets finding the same black boxers he was wearing earlier. Part of me was disappointed he left them on. The other part was thinking some of my wetness still lay on top of them.
Lord have mercy.
“I told you, we are just sleeping, Bella.” My knees shook, leaning into the mattress. Before I could lay down, he pulled me to his chest, rolling me over as the front of our bodies collided.
Did he not want to do anything? Like nothing?
His arms enfolded my body, his nose going into my hair, taking long, tantalizing breaths. “I want you to understand I don’t want just your body.” He trailed his nose down my neck. “I want all of you. Your mind, your heart…” His grip tightened, one hand pulling my chin to meet his red eyes.
“Your soul, Christine.”
Could this vampire get any dreamier?
My mouth parted, his lips gently massaging mine until he pulled away. “And I will have it, no matter how long it takes me to win your heart.”
Oh god.
Sebastian pushed my head under his neck. My hand trailed up his chest, feeling his tantalizing muscles. I pulled in his manly scent of cologne. “This I swear to you, Christine.”
Little did he know he had already captured my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him just yet. I had to be sure this wasn’t lusting, a rebound from my spirit breaking into a million fragments. His heart had been broken too, and I had to save us both. Just in case he either changed his mind, or the blaze I had for him depleted.
His heartbeat matched my own velocity and soothed me until I was lulled to sleep by the steady tempo.
***
“Chrissy,” the haunting, well-acquainted voice called to me. The room reminded me of the college apartment I shared with my roommates, except it was empty, all but the double bed with red sheets and low lighting.
My heart reached my throat, and grabbing with my trembling hands, I tried to push it down. “Chrissy, I can’t wait any longer.” Wyatt came from the darkness, his hand reaching out to me. “We’ve been together for years. Shouldn’t we show our love for each other? You know I’ll marry you. You are the only woman that holds importance to me.”
I stepped back from his sultry words. The statement ‘only woman of value’ tinged out. Shouldn’t he have said, “The only woman I love? Care for?” It was not with the passion that Sebastian held for me. It was empty noise.
Of course, at the time he spoke these words, I didn’t care. This dream was a redo of the same scene I should have rejected just a month and a half ago.
A spirit of my body left me, the opaque vision of myself watching me hold his hand… “We have been together a long time,” I said shyly. “And, I love you,” Wyatt pulled me into his arms.
“I love you too, Sunshine, always.” His finger tilted my chin to peck my lips, only to fade away.
The red bed sheets were now covering two bodies. My heart, which had wiggled its way to my throat, sunk to the pit of my stomach. Moans from Wyatt came from underneath.
My heart steamed, the acid slowly wearing at the soft tissue. This was torture, watching it all over again until my roommate’s head popped out from under the covers and screamed in fright.
Wyatt’s bloodied-teeth bitten lips gasped. His naked body jumped from the bed, my hands reaching out, shaking my head.
“I gave you something precious,” I said angrily. “You knew that.” I sucked in a tear. I wouldn’t cry in front of him. He didn’t deserve it.