Page 160 of Sebastian's Baby

I know I should’ve contacted her, but I was waiting for her to call me. When she didn’t, I didn’t want to be the one to do it first. Finally, when the apartment settled on Monday, I actually had an excuse to call her.

“I was hurting, Lita. I’m sorry. I’ve missed you, though,” I admit.

“It’s looked like you’ve had plenty of women to keep you company in my absence.”

She doesn’t sound jealous. She’s just stating a matter of fact. I’ve danced with a couple of women at clubs, but nothing more than that. I haven’t even kissed anyone. Yet Lita’s making it out as though I’ve done something wrong, and I sigh.

“What do you expect, Lita? You’ve told me repeatedly that you don’t want to be with me and that I should sleep with other women.”

I do know that I owe her an apology for being an asshole at the wedding.

“I’m sorry for the speech at the wedding, though. I shouldn’t have done that. I knew it would hurt you, and even though I was hurting, it wasn’t okay to lash out the way I did.”

Lita asks quietly, “Have you spoken to Heather?”

I cringe because I only spoke to her once about Victor’s sentencing. Other than that, I’ve ignored her calls and texts, which have varied from veiled jabs at my wedding speech or random things she’s found online to show me.

“Yeah, she’s pretty pissed at me. I’ve been avoiding her a bit.”

“You shouldn’t, Seb. I hate that I’m fucking up your friendship with her.”

Oh god, I don’t want her to think that it’s her fault things are fucked up with Heather.

“Whoa, Lita. It’s not that.” I laugh bitterly. “The woman I loved who never wanted me telling me that I should be with the woman I love, who also doesn’t want me? Yeah, I’m unhealthy as fuck, but I’m not down for those conversations right now.”

It’s the truth. I know that Heather will want to talk about it, and it’ll just be painful. There’s silence from Lita’s end of the line at my confession.

I sigh and ask her, “Tell me about the apartment, princess. Are you happy there?”

She seems relieved by the change of topic and genuinely excited when she tells me about the apartment.

“Yeah, it’s awesome. Oh, shit, I just realized that I don’t have a bed for you when you come over. In fact, basically, all of my furniture could fit in the living room. The office is set up with the desk we got for the old apartment, but your bedroom and the future nursery are completely empty.”

“I’ll order a bed and get it delivered. It would be a real shame if it didn’t arrive before next week, though; I’d have to share your bed,” I joke.

“I’d just make you sleep on the sofa,” Lita says in a warning tone.

I’m amused by her insistence on this, and I smirk as I ask, “Would you? What if you woke up in the middle of the night and wanted a drink of water?”

“Um, I’d get up and get one?”

“But then you might see me masturbating to this really sexy picture of you that I have on my phone now.”

“Is that something that you think you might do?” Lita laughs.

“I already have once,” I confess.

I wish I was there with her. I can hear her breathing rate has gotten faster, and I imagine all the things I could do if I were in Seattle right now.

“Send me a selfie, Lita. I want to see what you look like right now,” I murmur.

There’s silence for about twenty seconds before she says in a husky voice, “It’s on its way. Fair’s fair, though, Sebastian Fox.”

“I thought you had plenty of photos of me in your phone,” I tease her.

“Not one of you right now, though,” she points out.

I didn’t bother putting my sweatpants back on after I masturbated earlier, so I switch to the camera app and take a selfie, giving her my best ‘I’m a rock star, and you want to fuck me’ look before I send the picture to her.

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