Chapter 21
Sebastian
Having my family turn up was a pleasant surprise. Ever since I moved to London, I’ve gotten a little homesick at times, but these last few weeks with Lily have been amazing.
The loneliness hasn’t been as prominent.
I glance over at her, happy to see her a little less rigid than before.
My family catching us all cuddled up together on the couch probably wasn’t her ideal wakeup call.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so panicked. She was adorable.
I couldn’t really care less about them catching us.
My family has teased me about my crush on Lily ever since I first laid eyes on her.
They were all ecstatic to see me with her.
My mom is probably already planning our wedding in her head.
Lily doesn’t know that, so she probably thought I would freak out about this as well.
As soon as that Las Vegas trip is done, I’ll tell anyone willing to listen that she’s mine.
Soon enough, Lily has warmed up and is her usual self, charming my whole family.
Even though they’ve met before, it’s probably been a couple of years since they last saw her.
My parents hang on her every word, and Joseph watches me with a smirk.
He’s been the one to tease me the most about my crush, and I can tell he’s enjoying this.
I don’t mind being teased by him. Soon enough, she will be mine.
Eventually, we have to get ready to leave for the stadium, and Lily says bye to my family before hurrying down to her apartment.
As soon as the door closes behind her, Joseph is all on me.
“Fucking finally, Sebastian!”
I roll my eyes.
“We’re not together. At least not yet,” I tell him, helping my parents clean up the kitchen.
“And why’s that?” my dad asks.
They’re all up in my dating business, it seems.
“I have to talk to Luke about this. And I want to do that in person, which I’ll do in Vegas next week.”
Mom sighs, still on a high of happiness. Lily has that effect on people.
“Oh, when he’s having the biggest weekend of his life?” Joseph says.
Luke could win the championship in Las Vegas; that’s why we’re going.
“What? You think I shouldn’t talk to him?”
Joseph shrugs his shoulders and says that it’s essential that Luke is on top of his game.
Hell, maybe this is a bad idea.
I may wait until after the race.
That means three more days of fucking agony. But what’s three more days in the big scheme of things?
～
The good thing about having my family visit is that it’s easier to keep my hands off of Lily as we’re not alone— ever.
That’s equally as frustrating. I haven’t had many moments alone with her after they arrived.
This is for the best for us.
This way, we’ll be less tempted to cross that invincible line.
On Saturday, I’m packing up my bag for my game when my phone beeps.
Lily: Should I wear your jersey tonight? I don’t know what your family will think.
Cute.
Again, they would probably be surprised if she didn’t wear my jersey, as they’re all going to be wearing the same thing.
The Bennet family is all out in the supporter attire.
Sebastian: Absolutely.
I say goodbye to my family and stand in the elevator when I decide to make a quick pit stop at her apartment.
I want a moment with her alone.
When she opens the door, she seems surprised to see me but happy, nevertheless.
As soon as I see the jersey across her body, I sport a similar smile to hers.
Seeing her in that outfit will always be a favourite.
“Nice outfit,” I comment, making my way into her apartment.
“Thanks. It was rather expensive,” she jokes.
She’s wearing our home jersey.
I stand there, taking her in when Lily speaks again.
“Was there anything you wanted, Sebastian?” she asks huskily.
“There are lots of things I want, but they will have to wait. Preferably, after your brother wins that championship.”
She groans and turns away from me, dragging a hand through her hair. She takes a few steps, creating distance between us.
“Okay, then. I can’t look at you.”
I can tell she’s joking by her tone, but she’s fighting the pull just like I am.
Ever since that countdown started, knowing we’re close to getting what we want is the sweetest torture.
Craving.
Hope.
Desperation.
It’s all there.
I go after her and decide that seven days are way too long.
I can’t go a minute without knowing how her lips taste on mine.
“You know what? Fuck waiting.”
I grab her around the elbow and pull her to me, crashing my lips to hers.
As soon as I kiss her, I can’t believe that there was ever a time I could deny myself this.
She feels fucking perfect against me.
I circle my arms around her body, holding her tightly against me whilst I explore her mouth.
She kisses me back with the same determination, mumbling a “finally” against my lips as her hands grasp a hold of my hair.
I grab her around her thighs, lifting her, never breaking our kiss, before putting her down on the kitchen table.
“Fuck, Lily,” I groan against her, coming up for some air before I kiss down her throat. She pulls me harder against her, eager for my touch.
When she moans my name, I nearly combust right on the spot.
It’s like the most wonderful music ever.
A song you’ll never tire of.
She pulls my face towards hers, smashing our lips together again as her hands grasp my face.
After what must be minutes, we break apart, our foreheads resting against each other.
“What happened to that precious self-control?” she whispers against me.
“Seeing you in my jersey again. I’ve never wanted to kiss you more than the first time I saw you in it,” I tell her honestly.
I’ll never forget that moment with her.
It was one of the first moments on this London adventure of hers, and I knew I stood no chance against my feelings for her.
“I thought I had scarred you for life that day. You looked terrified.”
She presses her lips to mine again, and I bite her bottom lip before letting it go.
“Yeah, you terrified me alright. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as you when you so proudly sported my name across your back.”
I give her one last lingering kiss; I’m already late.
“I’ll see you later,” I say, breathless and spent from finally having a taste of her.
“Yeah, you will. Go win a game—maybe even score a goal for me,” she says, and I might have to go and do just that.