Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Vlad looked at him like he was crazy. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have feelings I couldn’t ignore.” Vlad smiled without much mirth. “I feel like—like it’s impossible to have enough of you,” he said, running his hands over Sebastian’s neck before cradling his face gently. “I can never get enough.” He brushed their lips together. “Always need more of you.”
Sebastian let out the breath he’d been holding and smiled at Vlad. Maybe it wasn’t the love declaration he wanted, but it was close enough. It was enough for the time being.
Now, five months after that conversation, it was still enough.
Sebastian couldn’t really complain. He was truly happy, so happy he sometimes had to pinch himself. For all his grumpiness and bitchiness, Vlad was a wonderful boyfriend.
When Sebastian had allowed himself to imagine what kind of relationship he and Vlad would have he had always thought it would be mostly sexual.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t the case.
It wasn’t that they didn’t have a lot of sex; they did. Sometimes Sebastian even wondered if it was healthy to want someone so much. His skin tingled whenever Vlad looked at him a little too long, and he wanted Vlad to touch him all the time. It would have been pathetic if Vlad didn’t look at him with the same hunger as the one that ate Sebastian from the inside out whenever they weren’t touching.
The sex was fantastic and immensely gratifying, but what made it earth-shattering was the way their bodies slotted into each other, like two pieces of a puzzle, like a perfect fit. And that perfect chemistry spilled over into just about every other aspect of their relationship. Vlad would pull him into his side whenever possible, drape his arm around Sebastian’s shoulders and hold him close when they watched movies together. Sebastian had never been much for cuddling before, but he was starting to understand the appeal. He loved pressing his face against Vlad’s chest and listening to the steady thudding of Vlad’s heart under his ear as rain drummed outside the window. He loved watching Vlad watch him, feeling that intense, enamored gaze whenever they were in the same room.
Yes, by now he knew Vlad had feelings for him, knew Vlad adored him to bits. He didn’t need to hear Vlad say the words to know that; he wasn’t that insecure.
And yet...it would have been nice to hear the words, to know for certain.
Suppressing a sigh, Sebastian slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Vlad. They didn’t have to be at the wedding venue until ten o’clock. Vlad could use some extra shuteye after staying up half of the night because of some security problems at work. In the meantime, Sebastian could make breakfast for them.
Breakfast was ready by the time Vlad padded to the kitchen, yawning every few seconds, a disgruntled look on his face.
He really was such a grumpy bear. His grumpy bear.
“Just in time for breakfast, sleepyhead,” Sebastian said, watching him with a fond smile. Vlad was decidedly not a morning person.
Vlad’s eyes were still half-closed as he made grabby hands for Sebastian. “You weren’t in bed,” he grumbled, wrapping his arms around Sebastian and dropping his face into the crook of Sebastian’s neck. He inhaled deeply. “You should have stayed in bed.”
“If I did, we would have skipped breakfast and then we both would be grumpy at the wedding,” Sebastian said, pushing Vlad into the chair and placing a plate with breakfast in front of him. “Eat.”
He took the seat opposite Vlad and attacked his own plate. He was starving. Although Vlad had slipped into bed in the middle of the night, they still had a round of sex. He was always hungry after sex.
“Do we have to go to DuVal’s wedding?” Vlad said suddenly.
Sebastian lifted his gaze from his plate. He studied Vlad’s face, trying to determine if Vlad was just being his grumpy self or if Vlad truly wasn’t comfortable attending such a public event with him.
The latter possibility made Sebastian’s stomach churn. He knew Vlad still wasn’t comfortable with people knowing about their relationship. While they weren’t exactly hiding their relationship, Vlad was a little stiff with him in public, displaying only a fraction of the affection he showered him with when they were alone. The affection Vlad had displayed during their first date at the football match had turned out to be an exception rather than the rule. Sebastian tried not to take it personally, knowing that Vlad’s hang-ups had nothing to do with him. But it still hurt, just a little.
Sebastian cleared his throat and looked down at the mug in his hand. “I kind of have to go, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to go with me,” he said as nonchalantly as he could.