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Whatever he finds, he kisses me swiftly, then takes my hand again. He doesn’t say a word, just starts dragging me around. I follow despite my confusion, which only deepens when we leave the dance floor and head for a door in the back corner of the club.
The music quiets abruptly when we pass into what looks like a dressing room. Bureaus with mirrors sit lined up against one wall. Bags and clothing and makeup lay scattered over every surface. In the back, folding screens provide a smidgen of privacy in the cramped yet open space.
“I want you too,” Sebastian says. “I’ve wanted you sincethe second we met, but I was afraid to say it. I was afraid it would chase you away.”
A pang of regret stabs into my chest. I can only guess at how insecure I’ve made him feel this whole time. I can’t undo any of that, but I vow in that moment that he’ll never feel that way again.
“You aren’t going to chase me away,” I say.
The flicker of doubt that crosses Sebastian’s face is another knife to the chest.
“Really?” he says. “It’s okay if you aren’t ready. I don’t want to pressure you or…”
“You aren’t,” I say. “I’m the one who’s been hiding all this time, dragging you around. I’m the one who’s been too scared to say what I want and do it. Meeting you, talking to James, running into Virginia tonight — it made me realize I’ve lived this way for too long. I’ve stayed scared for too long. I don’t have to. I could give this a chance. I could givemyselfa chance. If you want to. If I haven’t already ruined this.”
I swear water glistens in Sebastian’s eyes. He shakes his head. “You haven’t, Luke. I’ll wait as long as you need.”
Something in me shifts. Maybe it’s this endless patience he’s showing me. Maybe it’s the shine in his eyes. Maybe it’s the emotions he’s clearly holding back. I can’t stand seeing him this way any longer. I can’t stand for him to wait and hurt because of me.
I step closer, sliding my arms around him. His hands go instinctively to my chest as he peers up at me.
“No more waiting,” I say.
Then I smash my mouth against his. All grace, all hesitance flees my body. I need him so damn badly right now, and nothing is going to stand in my way anymore, least of all myself.
Sebastian seems amenable to that. His hands curl in my shirt, holding me close as our lips collide. He sinks against me, and it feels like trust. It feels like a yes. He places himself in my arms, leans his weight against me, believes I won’t let him fall even as our kisses turn sloppier and hungrier.
He’s breathless when he pulls away, and I have a moment of vertigo when I realize I did that to him. It’smeputting that beautiful flush into his cheeks.
“Back here,” he says.
He starts pulling me along with him. This time, we go behind those screens, those flimsy, thin barriers. They feel even less substantial when I see how my shoulders and head easily tower above them and glimpse the gaps between the screens. Any protection they provide is … tenuous, but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to deter us.
In fairness, I don’t want it to deter us.
When Sebastian tugs at my shirt, I pull it off without hesitation. He chews on his bottom lip as he shamelessly sizes me up, then runs his hands over my bare chest.
“So you’re saying I get to keep this now?” he asks.
How does he imagine he’s the one winning a prize here? “All yours,” I say.
“Damn.” It’s breathy and awestruck, like I’m anything at all compared to someone so beautiful.
I go for his shirt, eager to get him as stripped down as me. Sebastian lets me pull it off, but the tight garment puts up a decent fight. It’s barely gone before Sebastian is reaching for my pants. My belt jangles as he loosens it, then his fingers pause on my zipper. With my cock straining against it, I nearly complain, but Sebastian looks up at me from under his long, dark eyelashes, and all the words evaporate out of my mouth.
“You’re going to think I’m crazy,” he says.
“I won’t.” If he’s looking at me like this, he could tell me the sky is green and I’d be powerfully inclined to agree.
“I…” he says. “Okay, so, I guess I was … feeling optimistic. I really wanted tonight to happen. So I might have, um, prepared for all eventualities. If that’s, you know, something you’re interested in.”
The words sink in slowly, my stupid brain churning over them several times before the light bulb finally goes off.
“That,” I say, swallowing hard, “that sounds…”
“Yeah?” he says.
“Yeah. That sounds … yeah.”
