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I cling to his body’s warmth, enjoying being near him. Sebastian’s always had this allure that I’ve tried to ignore. He’s so frustrating sometimes, but I get it. I get why people are drawn to him.

“It was something you said a few days ago about not wanting to be tied down, but you have too many responsibilities. I’ve been wondering about it,” I admit, breathing in the familiar scent of Sebastian’s body wash.

He falls silent, and I worry momentarily that I’ve pushed too far. It’s not like there’s much unsaid between us, but I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Will you go somewhere with me on Sunday?” Sebastian asks quietly.

“Of course,” I reply immediately.

For a second, I think about where he would want to take me, but exhaustion combined with comfort ends with the two of us falling asleep on my bed, wrapped around each other.

I’m falling into a dangerous hole, but I don’t think I can do anything at this point to stop myself.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Sebastian

MY BODY ACHES. I don’t want to be here at all. The music is too loud, and Thalia is wearing a dress much too short for my liking.

The only reason I came tonight was to keep an eye on her. I trust her, but I don’t trust other men, especially not when she’s dressed like she is. Penelope gave me a wink earlier when they walked out of her bedroom, and it took everything in me not to protest her outfit.

She walked in on us asleep in Thalia’s room the other day, and thankfully, she found us instead of Owen. We need to be more careful, but I’m over this whole sneaking around thing. Especially when it means other guys get to dance with her.

We won our game today, but their defense was strong. My whole body aches after taking a hit, but that’s what I get for trying to run the ball myself.

I’m sure Owen wanted to say the same thing about Blake’s dress, but he kept quiet too. I’m not quite sure what’s going on with them. He isn’t helping matters by thinking with his dick. I can’t believe he brought Amelia tonight with Blake here. I’ve tried to ignore them while Chris and Eric sit on my other side. Cody is out on the dance floor with the girls. Lucky bastard.

I take another drink of my beer, watching Thalia to ensure she’s safe. I hate being over here. This is fucking stupid, but it’s what she wants to do, so I’m respecting her wishes.

“Dude, if you came out tonight to pick up a girl, you might want to wipe the scowl off your face.” Chris grins, taking a sip of his beer.

“I’m not here to pick up a girl.” I scoff, and now he eyes me suspiciously.

“Then why are you here? You never come out after games.” Chris, for some reason, feels the need to point this out as if I could forget. He’s not wrong; I have a tradition of watching film after games. It’s a rare occaison when I decide to go out after a game. I don’t like all the attention.

“Dude, you’ll scare Bash away,” Eric pipes in, tipping his beer at me. “It might make you feel better if you smile. It takes more energy to frown than to smile.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I grumble, taking my eyes off Thalia for the first time all night.

Chris rolls his eyes at my response. “If you’re this pissy, why don’t you go home?”

I’m mopey, not pissy, because I want to dance with my girlfriend, not watch her dance with others. “I’m fine,” I say, looking back at the dance floor to find Thalia dancing with someone who looks awfully like Landon, but I can’t tell for sure. It’s fine. I need to relax, because everything is going to be fine.“You all never would have let me hear the end of it if I stayed home.” It’s not a lie. They give me shit all the time for never coming out.

“Well, what do you think about the French girl with Thalia? Are you into her? Is that why you’re not here to pick up a girl?” Eric asks, waggling his eyebrows at me. I laugh at the idea because honestly, I’m a little afraid of Penelope.

“Penelope? No, she’s not my type.”

Chris looks confused as he follows my line of sight to the dance floor. “Then why have you been staring at her all night?”

Oh hell. I knew I wasn’t being subtle, but I thought it wasn’t obvious my attention had been focused on them all night. “Because Owen’s too busy sucking face with Amelia to look out for them himself,” I say a little too loudly based on the glare Amelia gives me, finally giving Owen a chance to breathe.

I don’t care what she thinks. I know Owen, and he’s acting like an ass. The only reason he brought her is to try to make Blake jealous. Shit, maybe he wants the familiarity. I don’t understand, but I’ve told him how I feel about Amelia. Owen is the one who will have to deal with the consequences of his own actions, just like I do for going after his sister.

“C’mon, why don’t you go dance with her? For all you know, you could be getting lucky tonight,” Chris pushes, and I roll my eyes.

“I’m going to get another drink,” I say, getting up to go to the bar. Thalia makes eye contact with me and smiles. I can’t help the spike of jealousy that runs through me when I am close enough to see that it is Landon with them. Rationally, I know I’m the one she wants, but no one else does.

I find Vera waiting for a drink when I get to the bar. “Hey, great game today,” she greets, smiling.

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