"I'll take mom, Akira takes Dominico and Abby takes Sebastian" Ares states, cutting off everyone as he picks up a call, my eyes widen.

After everyone left about 3 hours ago Dominico and Sebastian decided they wanted to drown themselves in alcohol so here we are now, oh and Athena is black out drunk singing songs under her breath. It is now 4am and half the people here are sober as fuck.

"Alright-" Akira smirks putting her hand out in front of Dominico for his keys but he gives her a lopsided grin before his head leans forward and rests against her palm, I see a small blush on her cheeks before I look away.

Sebastian is a quiet drunk, he's sitting in his chair like a fucking child and his knee is bouncing up and down.

I take a deep breath and chose not to argue with this, Ivy helps Athena up before Akira does the same with Dominico, Ivy asks me if I need help but I shake my head with a smile.

"See you at the house" I say as they walk out, Sebastian's eyes find me and he still doesn't say a word as I walk towards him.

"You okay?" I ask lightly, leaning down a bit to meet his eyes worried why he has been so quite ever since his third drink. He gives me a short nod before his eyes drop to his hands in his lap.

Slowly he reaches into the pocket in his blazer and pulls out some keys, handing them to me, again without a single word. My eyebrows furrow as I take the keys from his hands, he got some call I think three hours ago.

After Regina left he said 'thank fuck' before he got pulled away by Ares, then he got a call that made his face fall and I remember the way he rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance and his eyes bubbled with some emotion I couldn't name.

"Let's go?" I put my hand out, his eyes flicker from me to my hand.

I bite the inside of my cheek when he uses the table next to him to get up instead as I slowly bring back my hand, oh.

Is he okay?

He's cold, yeah I know he's cold but he's never this...Dejected

He groans when he tumbles forward a bit and when he goes to trip for some reason my arms wrap around him, keeping him steady, he still doesn't say a word to me and I give up as I try helping him walk outside in a complete silence.

Does he regret the day in the change room and now the bathroom?

Dammit I knew I should have never let myself get close again, why the hell would I let him touch me?

I get him in the car and the whole car ride back to his house consisted of his GPS telling me where to turn, our breathes echoing in the car, his forehead leaning against the window and his knee still bouncing up and down.

It was awkward, the silence wasn't comfortable and I kept shifting around to try and seem more comfy, but nothing would work and I just hoped we got back faster.

I'm not parked in his driveway and he takes a look at his house before sighing, muttering something I couldn't make out.

I get out before grabbing my phone and open his door for him to get out, he slowly gets out tumbling a bit and taking a step further from me when I go to help him, it feels like he's taking my heart and throwing it on the floor testing to see how many throws it takes for it to finally shatter.

And it's god damn close.

I walk behind him with my head down staring at the heels my feet are begging to get out of as we walk, coolness running through my body, I wish I never slept with him three years ago, none of this would be happening.

But fuck I can't deny, feeling him, laughing with him, running my hands through his hair was the best feeling I'd ever felt.

The guards open the doors when they see Sebastian and hold them open until we walk in, the house quiet showing everyone is here by their cars outside and already in their rooms.

Goose doesn't run out from anywhere and I wrap my arms around myself as we both walk up the stairs, confusion stirring through my head. What the hell happened to him?

The urge to reach out and hold him each time he takes a small wrong step is eating me alive, but each time he grabs the railing and stables himself showing me he doesn't need my help.

The clicking of my heels are the only thing you can hear, I just want to go to fucking sleep now.

When we get to the top of the stairs he turns towards where his room his and I turn the opposite direction to where Ivy showed me mine was.

And without another word both me and him walk down the halls before entering our rooms, I need a fucking shower.

As soon as I lock my door I tug at the zipper of my dress before discarding the dress on the ground along with my heels.

Pulling off my jewelry before grabbing a towel and some makeup remover and placing it on the bathroom counter, I start the shower waiting for it to warm up as I take off all my makeup.

When I'm done I pull down the red lace underwear I had on and step into the glass cubicle shower, sighing when my body hits the hot water.

My body tenses before it gets used to the heat, then the relaxation runs through my body and I let my shoulders sag before turning around and wetting my hair under the strong spray.

I love warm showers

I ended up in a silky blush pink matching set of shorts and a button up, walking out with towel in my hands as I try my hair my eyes fall to the clock. It's nearly 6 am, no one is waking up until the evening tomorrow, I bet.

My eyebrows furrow when there's a light knock on my door, is Ivy still fucking awake?

I sigh before tossing the towel on the couch and walking to the door, swinging it open just to see a sober Sebastian leaning against the door frame, his damp hair showing he also decided to take a shower.

His eyes don't leave mine and any other day I know this man would be staring at my legs, "can I come in?" he asks in a small whisper, his voice raspy and throaty and I bite the inside of my cheek again.

Nodding a bit and stepping aside for him to walk in, I close the door lightly behind him. His eyes are bloodshot for some reason, he's not drunk because his face shows he'd much rather be in the drunken state then sober right now.

His eyes are puffy too, wait-has he been crying?

"What's up?" I ask, concerned and he runs a hand through his hair before his eyes meet mine. I shift from one foot to another as he stands there seeming to be debating something in his head.

He rubs the back of his neck looking at the ground, "can I sleep in your room?" he almost blurts out and I freeze before our eyes meet.

I don't even get to talk before he does again, "never mind-" he sighs, his jaw locking before it relaxes again, "-this was dumb, goodnight" he walks right past me back to the door where he had just come from not even a minute ago.

His eyes were puffy, voice throaty proving to me Seb was upset about something and fucking crying.

"I'm tired" I call out, he freezes and looks back at me with a confused expression before I shrug and walk towards my bed, sitting on the edge of it before grabbing all my hair pulling it back as I start to braid it.

"I'm on the left side" I continue as I grab the black hair tie from the night table on the side, he doesn't move but his expression just gets more confused.

I sigh, pulling the covers up, "come here, let's sleep" I mutter turning around to face my back towards him and I bite my lip when the lights flick off, I feel the bed dip behind me as the covers are pulled slightly.

"Thank you" he whispers, I don't even protest when I feel him move closer to me and his arms wrap around my waist. One of his thighs pushes between mine before resting there, I feel his face bury into the crook of my neck as his hand slips inside my shirt resting on my bare stomach.

When it comes to this man it feels like my brain goes fucking blank, why would I let him in my bed? I try asking myself to be annoyed but I can't, I want this, I want my Seb back and I'm going to fix everything between us to get him.

When I feel the light kiss on my skin my eyes flutter shut as I move back the slightest bit, his warm front against my bad, his arms draped around me before I pull the covers up to my chest.

"Goodnight Seb"

"Goodnight, Ximena"