Page 52 of Dance With Me
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Seb
When Seb got home on Sunday afternoon, Dom was waiting for him. Seb had messaged him on Saturday evening to say he was staying over at Joe’s so he wouldn’t worry about him.
Dom had been beside himself with curiosity, dying to know if anything had happened, but Seb had refused to say. He’d told him he’d see him Sunday and they could talk then.
As soon as Seb had shut the front door and let Rocco out into the garden, Dom pounced.
“You dark horse, you. Give me the details. I can’t wait.” He grabbed Seb by the arm and led him to the kitchen.
“There’s nothing to tell. I just stayed over at Joe’s. Too drunk to drive. You were out, Natalia and Louis were out. I wasn’t going to take a taxi with Rocco, so I stayed.” Seb shrugged.
“I don’t believe you for one minute. Don’t leave me hanging, Seb. I’m dying here.” Dom pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes.
Seb rolled his eyes at him and went to the fridge. He grabbed a couple of bottles of water, handed one to Dom, and moved to sit on the sofa.
Dom took the hint and sat next to him. The smile on his face indicated he knew something had happened. “Come on, Seb, spill it.”
“We did my accounts, had dinner, drank some wine and then went to bed… separately. Sunday morning was breakfast, chilling in his garden, then I came home.” Seb took a drink from the bottle, watching Dom as he drank.
“You’re a fucking liar. I can tell by looking at you something else happened. You don’t usually look this smug.”
Seb nearly choked on the water. “OK, I’ll tell you, but you can’t say anything just yet. Not until he’s told Clare.”
Dom’s eyes went wide. “Has told Clare what? Come on, stop holding out on me!”
Seb put his feet up on the coffee table and relaxed back onto the sofa.
“He’s calling the wedding off.” Seb couldn’t stop the grin that split his face.
Dom smacked him on the arm. “Seriously? You’re joking. What else happened?”
“He might have said that he wants to give us a try.” Seb smiled again as Dom looked at him open-mouthed.
“You have got to be kidding me. Don’t just sit there, tell me everything. I want all the juicy details.”
Seb smiled smugly but decided to put him out of his misery. So he related the events of Saturday afternoon and evening, telling Dom how well they’d got on, the evening meal, the talking over the bottles of wine. How he’d felt they had a real connection together.
When Seb got to the part where Joe had confessed being biandhaving feelings for him, Dom was beside himself, bouncing up and down on the sofa, eager to hear more.
“So did he kiss you? What was it like? I told you he fucking liked you, and you didn’t believe me.” Dom had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“No, we didn’t. Not like that anyway.” Seb touched the spot on his head where Joe had placed his lips. “And don’t even start with ‘I told you so.’ I just thought it was too good to be true that someone like Joe would like me.” Seb still had confidence issues, even after all this time. Daniel had done a proper number on him.
“What do you mean? You look like a fucking god with your smooth skin, your fit body, and don’t even get me started on your arse.” Dom poked him in the side, and Seb squirmed away.
“Jesus, Dom. If I knew you felt that way about me…” Seb let his sentence trail off.
“Nah, I’m over you, Seb. You’re not my type.” Was Dom blushing?
“Anybody’s your type, Dom.” Whilst he wasn’t a slut per se, he’d had his fair share of hook-ups, but Seb had noticed he hadn’t been doing any of that lately. Thinking about it, Dom had seemed a little preoccupied when he’d been around.
“What is your type, Dom?” He looked at his friend closely, looking for any signs that could help him find out what was going on with him.
“Stop changing the subject. We’re talking about you, not me.” Dom wouldn’t meet his gaze. Something had definitely happened with his friend.
“I’m letting this go for the time being, Dom, but don’t think for one second I won’t find out what’s going on.” He poked Dom back, and he swatted his hand away.
