Chapter 10 - Sebastian
TEN
SEBASTIAN
When I’ve thought of my head between Annalise Reid’s thighs, I didn’t exactly imagine it this way. The muscles in her thighs tense as she reaches for the top of the tree and places the star, and the second it’s on, her legs squeeze against my head, and I know she’s panicking about something.
“Ummm...” she muses, and I hear her release a deep breath. “How am I supposed to get down, Sebastian?”
I never really thought about that. I just wanted to feel her close to me, and I knew she wanted the star on the tree. Hence the shoulder idea. I twist slightly, and a thought comes to me. I start moving towards the stairs, and Lise’s hands grip my hair as a startled shriek leaves her.
“What are you doing?” she asks, fear and shock filling her voice.
“We’re going to get you down,” I say, unable to hide the laughter in my voice.
I stop at the base of the stairs, and she fights my grip on her calves, trying to lock her legs together.
“You are not taking me up these stairs, Sebastian Hayes,” she yells, tightening her grip on my hair. If only there were another reason she was gripping it for dear life.
“Lise, I’m not taking you up the stairs. You’re going to brace yourself on the wall and I’m going to bend down, then when I’m low enough, you’ll slide off.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I hear the clogs working in her head.
“Lise?”
“Yeah?”
“You good?”
“Yup. I brace, you bend, then I slide off.”
“Good girl.” Her legs tighten at my words, and I file that little piece of knowledge away for later. “I’m going to bend now.”
“Okay.”
I lean forward and hear her hand meet the wall.
I slowly move farther down, and she slowly slides off my shoulders, landing on one of the stairs.
She turns around, and I’m now face to face with her leggings-covered pussy, and I fight my groan.
What I wouldn’t give to pull those leggings down and feast on her right here.
To hear her moan my name as I savour the taste of her on my tongue.
I gather myself and stand to my full height, and despite her being on the stairs, she’s still shorter than me, and I kind of love it.
She stares at me, and I watch the pulse in her neck and the way her breathing is faster, wondering if maybe she’s feeling the same way I am.
Not wanting to push my luck too early, knowing I still have a couple weeks until we head back to the city, I take a step back and give her space.
A mixed emotion flickers in her eyes before she swallows, and I ask, “Want to take a look at the tree?”
She smiles and nods. I move to the side, allowing her to pass me into the living room to get a good look at the finished tree.
She silently walks up to it, taking it in, running her hands over branches, sticking her nose in it, before she steps back and stares at it.
The smile on her face is genuine and the biggest one I’ve seen on her since we got here.
She wraps her arms around herself, and I wish I could walk behind her and wrap her in mine.
I wish I had the freedom to touch her that way, to hold her as we take in the tree we decorated together, but I can’t.
I settle for sitting on the couch and watching her.
The way her eyes slowly glide over the tree, starting at the top and making their way down, finding each ornament before she continues.
I could sit and watch her all day. She manages to capture my attention with the most minor things, and I’m done fighting it and looking away. I’m going to openly stare and get every last look I can, while I can.
She turns to me, and a blush stains her cheeks when she notices me watching her.
“What do you think?” I ask.
“It’s everything I wanted.”
I pat the spot beside me, and she sits, pulling her legs to her chest as she rests her chin on her knees and stares at the tree.
“I was thinking lunch and then some movies,” I say.
She nods. I move into the kitchen and quickly whip us up some food while she sorts through the DVDs and picks a few. When I join her with our plates, she holds up the options, and I nod. She puts one in, and we settle on the couch with our food.
She’s put in some Christmas classic she knows pretty much all the words to.
She mouths them in between bites, and I can’t help my smile every time she does it.
When I finish my food, I flex my hand, fighting the urge to wrap an arm around her and pull her in to my side.
To run my fingers through her hair. When I decided to come out here, I never thought it would be this hard off the bat to be this close and not touch her, but here I am.
I need to set up a game plan for how I’m going to tell her everything I came here to.
The trip was impulsive, and I didn’t do much in the way of planning, and I’m thinking that might be biting me in the ass now.
Do I invite her for a walk and tell her then and hope she doesn’t lock me out when we come back?
Or do I make her dinner and maybe give her a little wine to loosen her up, so she doesn’t completely blow up?
Neither option seems ideal. I have no idea how receptive she’s going to be.
I know she just got out of a relationship.
Would telling her that I’ve been in love with her since I was a teenager be completely insensitive to her breakup?
She’s seemed fine so far this trip, but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t been having a harder time when she’s up in her room.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I barely register most of the movie or when she gets up and changes it. When she gets up to put the third movie in, I move to the kitchen and start getting dinner ready, hoping that physically doing something will help me get out of my head.