Am I telling the truth? Is that really the last time our lips will ever touch?
My heart aches just thinking about it.
I’m not over Dominic, if I’m honest with myself. I don’t know if I’ll ever be over him.
All I know is that I want him badly still, that when his lips touched mine, my body seemed to hum back to life.
I haven’t been with a man since Dominic, and I guess my body missed his touch.
Maybe my heart did, too, but I don’t want to think about that. With the way he left me, Dominic can’t be the only guy for me. It would be cruel.
Someone who hurt me that much can’t be my soulmate.
I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until Marie nudges me.
“Maybe me and Roland are your soulmates.”
She giggles, and I laugh, too, not realizing how the alcohol is hitting me until I get a bit unsteady on my feet.
“I need some water and some air,” I whisper to Roland, and his face goes serious.
He nods and returns after a few moments with a bottle of water for me while I make my way out to the alley.
I creep past the spot where Dominic kissed me, not wanting to relive it.
There are a few people straggling around outside, smoking, talking on the phone.
Sebastian stands there, against the brick in his three-piece suit, and I’m struck by how handsome he is for a moment.
His salt-and-pepper hair is slicked back from his face, a slight stubble on his cheeks and jaw. He looks up at me with piercing blue eyes, and I freeze.
“Don’t judge me for being drunk,” I mumble, trying hard not to slur my words, and he laughs, moving toward me.
“I won’t judge. But you still look stressed, even with the alcohol.”
“I am stressed. This merger?—”
He waves his hand. “Forget about the merger. You’re supposed to be letting loose tonight, aren’t you? Letting your hair down?”
I finger a curl. “I did let my hair down.”
I giggle, realizing I’m worse off than I thought.
Sebastian just gives me an easy smile. “You need a ride home?”
I shake my head, but it makes me dizzy. I pout up at him.
“My friends and I are going home together. Nobody left behind.”
He chuckles. “You know, you’re a cute drunk, Olivia.”
“I’m gonna tell my dad you said that.”
I expect him to balk at that, but instead, he just grins, stepping closer to me.
“I think you like flirting with me. Riling me up.”
I look away because he’s right, but then he grasps my chin in his hand, forcing my eyes up to his.