THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
And he was.
Sebastian was a dangerous figure, the one that you would step away from when crawling down the street, the one you would avoid to pick a fight with in a bar.
Dangerous, but addicting.
And Skye had never seen him a...
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"What?" she said. "What did I do?"
"Rile me up," I replied, crawling on the bed. "Now take off that shirt."
She smiled then. "Or what?"
I reached for her, but she squeaked and rolled off the other side of the bed, immediately landing and darting straight for the bedroom door.
I was there within seconds, blocking her exit. "Now, I know you like being afraid. But going out from the room is off limits because there's a whole 'nother set of afraid out there called, my brother."
She made an impatient sound.
"Get back on the bed," I instructed.
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Make me."
My eyes flashed red, and I watched her eyes shade over with something less innocent.
She then darted toward the bathroom door, but I caught her arm and reeled her back.
She fell back on the bed, tumbling over before she hit the pillows covering the back wall.
As she gasped, I crawled back on the bed.
She gazed up at me, cheeks burning red.
"Soooo," I said then, smirking, "wanna kiss me?"
She then sat up—making me blink—but she crawled back over to me and set her cheek on my thigh, curling up against me.
I brushed my fingers through her hair. "Cuddle mood again?"
She let out a soft, cute sound, still curled against me.
"Why don't we take this cuddle mood to the shower?" I said, still soothing her hair away from her face. "I stink."
"You don't stink," her voice was calm, "so let's stay here."
I snickered a little. "Angel."
"Please...?"
I sighed. "No, we're going to shower. I can hold you in there."
She moved a little so her eyes locked on mine. "Are you cold, Sebby? Do you need a blanket?"
"I'm not cold," I promised, "but, yes... I really want to be under hot water right now."
"Are you aching?" she asked me.
I just sighed. "Yes, a little."
She sat up then. "Okay, Sebby. Let's go shower."
I couldn't help but smile when she pulled me back into her bathroom.
*****
It was almost twenty minutes later, and Skye curled up against me on the shower floor, sound asleep as the water padded lightly on our bare forms.
