Page 88 of Arianna

Crave to find out what's deep in the core of who he is.

I know I shouldn’t.

My mind knows that could be my ruin.

It didn’t matter.

That hunger for more of him had lit.

A hunger I should never act on. I shouldn’t be so reckless. I knew my soul would never recover from the kind of heartbreak this man would bring.

I always thought the saying ‘the heart wants what it wants’ was complete and utter bullshit until Sebastian Kenton.

Because even broken, betrayed, and barely beating, my heart relishes in the fact that this man made me feel alive for the first time in so long.

The Kentons.

How ironic…

The most dangerous threat to my heart is the one that brought it back to life.

“Go to bed, Arianna.” Sebastian’s rough voice brings me back to the now. “It is late.” And for the first time since he took me from Detroit, I do as he says. Not because he told me to, but because I cannot handle the reality of this moment.

I have always been a realist. I pride myself on that, but lately in this place, all I find myself doing is asking myself what if.

What if this is where I am supposed to be?

Here with him.

With them?

What if this was why Detroit never quite felt like home?

Maybe home is not a building or a state.

Maybe home is them.

Him.

Dammit.

No.

This can’t be happening.

But what if…?

I don’t know if it’s the intensity with which he is staring at me as if he wants to swallow me whole or the fact that his commanding tone causes goosebumps to spread all over my body, but I decide to leave him be. Rising from my seat, I turn my back to the man that has flipped my world upside down one chaotic action at a time, and I walk out of the room towards the staircase that leads to my room, but not before having the last word.

“Bonne nuit, Sebastian.” I whisper ever so softly.

A chuckle slips from his mouth. “Sweet dreams, précieuse.” And just like that, I can’t keep the triumphant smile off my face all the way back to my room. As much as Sebastian’s mood swings give me whiplash, I know that I affect him just as much, if not more, than he does me.

He called me precious.

A term of endearment.

I have been called many names throughout my life, but that is not one of them.

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