Page 37 of Finally Forever
“Trying to figure out how to ditch me when we get to America?” I sit on the bed beside him. “By the way, where are we going? Xavier didn’t say.” I was told to dress warm, a sweater and jeans, which is why I’m hot. Well, that and the vodka.
“Montana.” He doesn’t look at me.
“Wow. That’s a place I never thought I’d visit.”
“Why?”
“I never wanted to go there, I guess. Is this making you uncomfortable?” I point at my bra.
“Are you ready to put your shirt back on?” he asks, still avoiding looking my way.
“No. Not yet. I run hot, especially when I drink.”
“Do you drink a lot?”
“No. You don’t, either. I mean, we have wine on occasion, and you have beer or bourbon now and then, but I wouldn’t say we’re big drinkers.”
“Inebriation doesn’t go with this lifestyle.”
“It’s better to stay sharp,” I murmur words he’s said to me in the past.
He glances at me, finally. “Did I buy you that bra?”
My insides fill with sunshine and hope. “Do you remember?”
“No. But it looks like something I would pick out.”
I swallow, hating the direction of my thoughts. “Have you bought lingerie for someone before?” Marina? A girlfriend from his past? We never talked about those things. They were in the past and not something he wanted to discuss or relive.
He concentrates on his linked fingers again.
“That’d be a yes.” I sigh, saddened and frustrated that I’m jealous—that I feel like I’ve lost him. The only hope I have left is that Nathan or Riley, or both of them, will trigger Sebastian’s memories. And like his past, we can leave this behind us and move on with our lives.
“I’m attracted to you,” he murmurs so softly I almost don’t hear him.
“You are?” I thought I repulsed him.
Our eyes connect. So badly, I want to climb onto his lap and make love to him until he remembers me, my body, and our love. My breathing picks up, and my lips part. His gaze drops to them.
“Maybe if you kiss me…”
He touches my bottom lip with his thumb and takes my chin, tipping my head back.
The world stops spinning as he leans toward me in a slow, torturous descent. I’ve never wanted a kiss so desperately in my life. Any second now. I close my eyes. Any second.
Someone knocks on the door. “Sebastian?” Xavier says. “We’re landing soon. Ainsley should take her seat.”
Spell broken. Sebastian’s hand falls from my chin as he turns away and stands.
My heart sinks to my feet. I bet the flight attendant is behind this. Why would Xavier only mention me? Sebastian needs to take his seat, too. I stand and snatch my sweater from the bed, pulling it on and lifting my hair out so it’s not tucked inside the clothing. Golden strands fall around me to my waist.
When I glance up, Sebastian’s gaze traces my hair, his expression giving nothing away. Does he like it? He used to. Does it bother him now? I hate that I can’t read him the way he can read me. He taught me a few things about living in hiding.
Trust your gut.
If you feel like someone is watching you, someone probably is.
If a person is faced away from you but looking your way, they’re suspicious.
