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He laughed.
Actually laughed.
I side-eyed him and pressed the back of my hand to his forehead. “Are you okay?”
“Great. Why?”
“I thought you’d be more—” I shrugged.
“Nervous?”
“I guess.”
“Your text threw me through a loop, but on the drive over here, I realized I’m done wasting time.”
“You are?” My throat tightened.
He put his hand on my leg, and an ache tore through me. “Em, I’ve wanted you for a long time. I’m done hiding that from you.”
“Oh,” I said. Or rather, squeaked. My throat had tightened even more, and I wasn’t getting enough oxygen.
Sebastian Bardot just admitted he wanted me, and I was going to die before I could do a single thing about it.
I gasped for air and his eyes widened.
“Em? Em? Are you okay? Breathe for me.” He put his hands on my shoulders and stared into my eyes. “Focus on my voice, okay?”
Ha. His voice was half of the problem.
“You want me?” I choked out.
He nodded, his mouth quirking up. “I do.”
I focused on my breathing, my throat finally relaxing enough to let me survive.
He tucked my hair behind my ear, and his delicious mouth curved into a devilish grin before he brushed his lips against mine. The blood left my knuckles as I gripped the arm of the couch and melted against him, moaning softly into his mouth as he parted my lips with his tongue.
“Em,” he murmured against my mouth, the rumble of his voice resonating to my core.
“Bash,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
He smirked and pressed his forehead to mine. “Good.”
Pleasure coiled within me as I soaked in the pure decadence of being in his focus. I could’ve stayed like that all day.
But there was a reason we were confronting these feelings in the first place, and those reasons had a name.
I jumped to my feet and covered my mouth. “We have to call Mac.”
“We? Why?”
“We had a really good date last night and I—” I wrung my hands and paced the room, but Sebastian was beside me, grabbing my hands and holding me.
“What? Do we have to confess our kiss to him because the two of you went on one date?”
I rolled my lip between my teeth, tasting Bash’s kiss again. “No—but I really like him.”
“I’m not going to lie, Em. I know the timing is terrible, but I’ve wanted you for a long time—” He raked his hands through his thick hair and my stomach danced, hanging onto his every word, every breath, as he studied me. “But I won’t ask you to choose between us.”
