Little Black Book
Page 63“Roz,” my name rolled off his tongue. “It’s perfect for you.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“No, thank you,” he said, fingering a strand of my hair.
I fell asleep in his arms, and woke to him across the room from me, getting dressed. Leaning up on my side, I grinned at his bare ass as he slid his pants on. Turning around, he smiled when he caught me staring.
“Is it weird I don’t want you to go?” I asked.
Coming over to the bed, he crawled over me and buried his face in the side of my neck, breathing me in.
“About as weird as me wanting to stay.”
“Then stay.”
He leaned up and grinned down at me. “Someone has to work the club. Why don’t you come with me?”
“What would I tell everyone when they see us together?”
“You mean what do you tell your friend when she sees us together?”
He laughed, making the exciting twinkle in his eyes pop before his face went serious. “If she asks, just tell her I’m yours.”
After a night at the club, and lots of goofy stares from the employees at Clive’s, I went back to Sebastian’s apartment with him and spent the night. I woke to him watching me sleep.
“It’s weird when you do that,” I said into my pillow as I turned away.
“What is?” he asked.
“When you watch me sleep. What if I slobber in my sleep, or something equally as gross?”
He laughed, and I was happy he was opening up and laughing more. I was getting used to it.
“No slobbering, thankfully, but I can’t help it. I envy the peace you get when you sleep.” His smiling eyes turned sad.
Turning in his arms, I placed a hand on his cheek. “You don’t sleep peacefully?”
“No,” he said.
“Why?” I was hesitant to ask, but things between Sebastian and I were changing and I wanted to know more about him.
I stared at him, feeling my heart tug for Sebastian’s obvious pain. “I wish I could take away your pain,” I said, truthfully.
I leaned in and kissed him. He kissed me back, losing his fingers in my hair. When he broke the kiss, he looked down at me in confusion.
“I don’t think that will ever go away, but you’re changing me, Roz.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to me.
“I don’t know. It’s unnerving,” he said against my lips.
“Would it help if I told you you’re changing me, too?” My lips moved along his jaw and he groaned deep in his throat, settling his weight on me.
“Let’s spend the rest of the day in bed.” His breath was hot against my nipple, making it harden instantly.
I sighed and arched my back, allowing his teeth to close around the nipple and then suck it into his mouth. I gasped, pushing myself closer to his heat. His hands circled my ribs holding me tight.
“I’m okay with that. Who says Sunday’s can’t be sinful?”
He chuckled against my fevered skin and I grabbed his head, lifting it.
He freed himself and went to work on my other nipple. I was losing all sense of reality, until he spoke again.
“Today’s Monday, not Sunday, sweets.”
Monday! I panicked and pushed at Sebastian. It took him a minute to realize what I was doing and he sat back confused. I jumped out of the bed with a sheet around my chest.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled. Lunging for the sheet, he yanked it until I was no longer covered.
“Sebastian!” I squealed and dodged his hands as he tried to pull me back in bed. “I can’t believe today’s Monday. Monday!”
“What is so important about Monday?”
He sat on the end of the bed, as naked as he could be, and looked intently at me. I slipped into my lace panties and met his stare through wild, sex-mussed hair.
“I was supposed to turn in my college forms today. I can’t believe I forgot,” I scolded myself. “If I don’t turn them in by four, I won’t be able to get financial aid. I need to get back to the condo. Can you call Mr. Martin for me?”
I was in the process of pulling on my shirt when he laughed at me again.
“What exactly about my panic is funny to you, Sebastian?” I asked, frustrated because my head was stuck inside my shirt and would not come out.