30 | Long Time Coming

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This was the third time I had woken up in Sebastian's arms

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This was the third time I had woken up in Sebastian's arms. It was the second time it had followed an incredible night. But it was the first time I didn't dream of pushing him away.

Just like the first time we had slept together, I awoke with his cheek pressed against my chest, one hand cupping my hip possessively, while the other was lost somewhere underneath the pillows. The wrinkled white sheet had bunched at his hips, hiding what lay below but leaving his muscled back and shoulders exposed. His skin was unmarred save for a couple crescent shaped scars and a scratch here and there, most of them of my doing.

It had been a rough night.

With a tired smile, I pushed his dark mop of hair off his forehead and took a moment to revel in the peacefulness that sleep brought to his face. Never in my wildest dreams did I expect us to be back in this position, this time not as strangers, but as an actual couple. Just seven hours ago I had been convinced he was about to break up with me, and now we were tangled up in each other. The idea of him turning our hoax into something real had honestly never occurred to me.

But thank God it had to him.

My fingers halted when he shifted in his sleep, murmuring something I couldn't make out as he pulled me closer. When his hand slipped down to my inner thigh, I briefly considered waking him up to finish what he had unconsciously started, but I was quickly distracted by the smell of brewing coffee.

Escaping the circle of his arms was harder than I had expected, but I managed to slip away a moment later without waking him. The scent of coffee grew stronger as I collected various items of clothing from the floor. I ended up pulling on my underwear and his shirt before wandering out of the room, letting my nose lead me towards the kitchen.

A shirtless Michael greeted me when I entered the room, a mug of coffee gripped in one hand as he leaned against the marble counter.

"Well, hello there, Stick Girl," he murmured, reaching down to adjust the slipping waistband of his sweatpants. "Didn't expect you to be up this early."

"I could say the same about you." I barely spared him a glance as I moved towards the cabinet to grab a mug of my own. "I didn't even know you could function before ten in the morning. Long night?

"My night is of little importance." He finally pushed away from the counter and sauntered in my direction, choosing to hop up on the counter directly across from me. "How was your night? If those hickeys are anything to go by, I'd say pretty damn good. Who was the lucky boy?"

Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I dipped my head in an attempt to hide it. Luckily, I was saved from having to answer by a new addition to the kitchen.

"That interested in our sex life, Michael?" Sebastian said from the doorway, making me glance up. Like Michael he was shirtless, but instead of sweatpants, boxers hung low on his hips. "Not satisfied with your own?"

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