Page 57 of The Husband Contract
"I mean, I guess I would’ve said yes. I just didn’t expect you to put a label on us so quickly. I feel like men never want to do that."
"Do you think I’m moving too fast?" he asks.
"I know for a lot of people they would think everything is moving really quickly, but it just feels right to me."
"Honestly? It feels right to me, as well," I say softly. "I’m not going to question it because it just feels magical."
"I had a feeling you would feel the same way I do. You’ve just been really easygoing and great about everything. To be honest, I’ve surprised myself. I don’t normally move this quickly either, but there’s just something in the way that you make me feel."
"I make you feel special, huh, Sebastian?"
"You do.”
“You know, after my last situationship—which was really just this random guy that I met—I guess I was readyfor something fun and magical. I guess I was just ready for someone like you."
"I guess I came along at the right time, then,” he says, nodding slowly.
He pulls me into him and presses his lips against mine. I run my fingers down the side of his face. He pulls back slightly, grabs my neck, and looks at me.
“You’ve captivated me, Willow. You’ve captivated me in a way that makes me question my own sanity. Sometimes when I look at you, I can’t quite believe that you’re real.”
“I 100 percent understand." I nod slowly. "I was actually thinking that when we were in the limo."
"You were?" he asks, and I nod again.
"When I was looking at you sitting there… it just felt surreal. I couldn’t believe this is my real life—that I’m with you, and you seem to feel the same way that I do."
"You want to check out the suite now?" he whispers in my ear.
"Definitely," I respond.
He grins, and I can feel my heart on fire. Everything feels perfect—but that also makes me slightly uncomfortable, because nothing in life is ever perfect. And sometimes, when I look into his eyes, there are flashes of uncertainty that I see, and I don’t understand why.
"You okay, Sebastian?"
He looks down at me and frowns. "Yeah. Why would you ask me that?"
"I don’t know. I’m not sure if you called me your girlfriend because you didn’t want me to feel like some sort of hoe, and I don’t know if you think we’re moving too fast, or if you regret bringing me here."
"Not at all," he says. "In fact, I’m on cloud nine. Does that make me sound crazy?"
"No. But then maybe I’m crazy, as well."
"I guess maybe we’re both a little bit crazy, right?” He kisses me on the cheek.
"That’s what I always say.” I nod in agreement and laugh.
"I guess you’re the sort of woman who takes the bull by the horns and just rides it, huh?" His eyes are dark as he stares at my lips.
"Well, right now, I don’t want to ride a bull," I say, running my fingers down the side of his chest.
"Oh?" He looks down at me, his voice low and throaty. "What do you want to ride?"
"You, big boy."
I rise on my tiptoes and kiss him.
"I’m ready to ride you all night long."
