Page 25 of Flipping the Script

“Never happened,” he repeated, not moving from the ground.

The enormity of the situation hit all at once, and I did the only thing I could think of in the moment.

I ran.

Just turned tail and sprinted to my truck.

When I reached it, I threw open the door and dove onto the seat.

Sebastian was still on the ground where I’d left him as I started the engine, put it in gear, and did the world’s sloppiest three-point turn to get out of there.

What the fuck had we done?

And more importantly, why had I liked it so much?

4

SEBASTIAN

“What the fuck?”I whispered into the quiet bathroom.

Lifting my eyes, I stared at myself in the mirror.

My shirt was torn at the bottom and covered in smears of dirt, and my shorts were twisted on my hips, the front seam over my thigh and not where it should fall. More dirt was caked into my skin, and my hair was a dusty mess.

A sting of pain broke through my daze. Why did my side hurt?

Carefully, I lifted my ruined tank top. A dark bruise was forming on my skin just under my ribs.

When had that happened? Was that from rolling onto something hard or from one of the wayward elbows or knees we’d exchanged while wrestling?

Jesus fuck.

What the hell had just happened?

Twenty minutes ago I’d been fighting with the grill and cursing the fact that I needed a second pair of hands to get the job finished. Now I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror after wrestling with Jesse and kissing him.

What in the world had possessed me to antagonize him like that?

I was an asshole, but I wasn’t the type to start things. I didn’t back down when confronted, and I’d had to fight my way out of a few situations in the past, but nothing like what had just gone down.

I’d been the one to start everything.

And I had no fucking clue why.

Today hadn’t been a good day, and I’d been in a bad mood even before I arrived at the cabin.

The fallout from my sister’s party hadn’t been as bad as I’d thought. For the most part, my parents had gone back to giving me the silent treatment, and Aunt Meredith was out of my hair until the next family event.

That was about the only good thing I had going for me right now.

I’d spent most of the day dealing with a bunch of legal issues that went along with my band breaking up. We hadn’t parted on bad terms or anything, but dividing up the band’s assets and getting everything settled was proving to be a major hassle.

Then I came to the cabin to open it up for the season and spent over an hour fighting with the damn grill.

I knew it was a two-person job, but I expected Adam to come by with some boxes, so I started it alone.

But Adam didn’t show up; Jesse did.

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