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Mysteries unravel. Somehow, by catching us off guard or shocking us. Everything is revealed in the end.

I stood silently by Sebastian as he discreetly conversed with the inn's management while admiring the inn's aesthetics.

It didn't really feel like an inn to me; it was more like a tiny hotel. Surprisingly, it's clean.

As thunder boomed across the sky, I couldn't help but think of my family. What were they now doing?

I instantly texted Mom to let her know we were going to stay at a hotel to wait for the storm to subside.

The manager gave me a quick look before returning to his task.

My gaze surveyed the interior.

Sebastian tightened his jaw. "If you don't want to be blind, I suggest you keep your fucking eyes anywhere else rather than on my woman."

I raised an eyebrow at the manager, who then discreetly apologized before going back to his work.

I massaged Seb's back, trying to help him relax a bit. He turned to face me, his gaze softening as his shoulders relaxed. He kissed my forehead, murmuring some sweet words.

It had been a long day for us.

The manager spoke without making eye contact, "Here are some candles and matchsticks in case the electricity goes out at midnight."

Sebastian nodded before grabbing the candles.

I realized we didn't have any bags when we used the elevator.

I left the house without any clothes.

Great.

Peering at my reflection, I grimaced.

I sighed. "I didn't bring my clothes."

I looked horribly disheveled.

He grinned and said, "It's okay, you can wear mine." I then saw a packet in his hands.

"Remember I lived at a hotel? I checked out earlier, thinking things would be simpler for when we go tomorrow. I guess this was a wise choice despite all the fuss. "

After he used the word "fuss," I rolled my eyes but was still amused.

When the elevator reached the third floor, it rang, and we exited. There were six rooms lined up side by side, with a balcony at the end of the short hallway.

I unlocked our door after we found our room and I lit the lamps.

I looked around the space and saw a balcony, a wardrobe, a single bathroom, and a bed. Nothing unusual, but this would be the first time Sebastian and I had ever shared a bed. I was a little anxious and thrilled.

Sebastian hummed a tune, threw himself on the couch, closed his eyes, and spread his legs wide while setting the packet on the table.

He looked like a fallen angel.

My chest tightened.

I went up to him and took a seat on his lap. He put his hands on my hips, his eyes still closed while smirking slowly.

I ran my hands through his hair as he sighed with his eyes closed. We remained silent, my hands running through his hair as he caressed my skin.

This appealed to me. The comfortable silence

"He was more of a brother than a friend," he said, drawing my body closer to him. His face was pressing against my neck.

"He'll grow out of it."

I'm hoping he will.

He clenched his jaws. "When he said I was going to hurt you, I wanted to fucking smack his face."

"Relax," I murmured as I kissed his eyes, cheeks, nose, and lips.

When I drew back, a small smile appeared on his lips.

"What got you all smiling like that?" I teased.

"Perhaps it's because my girlfriend fucking loves kissing me," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes and lied, "Then maybe I should stop kissing you for a while."

It had become a habit.

"The fuck you will!" he growled as he drew me into a toe-curling kiss.

We took deep breaths after pulling away.

"I should take a shower," I grumbled.

"You better!" he murmured, his gaze fixed on me. My cheeks blushed as I dashed into the shower.

Behind me, I heard a low chuckle.

"Only you'll be shy after kissing the fuck out of me," he yelled from behind the closed door.

"Shut up."

I overheard him laughing. My own lips twitched into a smile.

It was moments like these that made me realize how far we'd come in such a short period of time. No matter how long I lied to myself, I knew I had fallen deeply and irreversibly in love with the cocky asshole I called my boyfriend.

He was everything I wanted to avoid, but the thought made me puke.

I don't think he feels the same way. After all, I am the one who easily becomes attached. I will wait for him literally forever.

But the thought that I might not be it for him, as he was for me, breaks my heart. I've never been enough for anyone, and I doubt I ever will be. But a small part of me hopes that he, too, will fall for me.

I admit that I was very insecure.

These were my thoughts as I washed my skin with the shower gel provided by the hotel.

The walls and mirror were fogged in. I cursed when I realized I had left the clothes outside. I dried my hair, wrapped the towel from the hanger around my body, and cursed myself again.

The lights went out just as I stepped out, and the wind blew through the balcony, causing the curtains to fly.

"Babe!" I called.

"Wait there while I light the candles," he replied.

I nodded, realizing he couldn't see me.

"All right," I replied.

I heard the sound of match sticks being lit, as every candle was illuminated. His face appeared in my line of sight, but he couldn't see me.

"I'm lighting the others," he said, lighting another candle.

The room quickly brightened with the ignition of the candles. The moonlight fell into the room, but it was dimly lit. My gaze was drawn to the balcony, and my thoughts became clouded.

After lighting the last candle, he turns around. That's when I noticed his bare front and low-hanging jeans.

My breathing becomes labored. I don't think I'll ever get used to this view.

His eyes are intensely focused on me, and he scans me from head to toe, lingering on my chest.

My chest heaves up and down as he stares at me, his eyes darkening.

We continue to stare until he speaks.

"Come here," he says quietly and deeply.

I feel the shiver that runs down my spine.

I straighten up and take slow steps towards him, holding my towel in place.

The gentle breeze caresses my skin but does not extinguish the candles.

When I stand in front of him, he immediately turns me around and sucks and kisses my neck.

I arch my back and close my eyes, the pleasure coursing through my veins.

His hands are holding the towel.

"Can I?" I can hear the desperation in his voice as he tugs on the towel.

I nod, not believing my voice.

And that was enough for him to grab my towel and toss it around the room before his finger rubbed my nipple.

"Fuck," I say as a moan escapes my mouth. He licks my neck and his hands go between my thighs, with his digging into my back.

While my toes curl, he gently caresses my wetness.

"So fucking wet," he murmurs, sucking my neck with one hand while caressing my pussy with the other and pinching my nipples.

I moan.

My hands encircle his neck from behind; otherwise, I would have collapsed on the ground, my body tingling with pleasure.

He separates my thighs with his knees while inserting one finger and rubbing my clit with his fingers.

"Oh my God!"

I moan, my head resting on his chest.

"Lord isn't my name," he growls as he pinches my clitter.

His possessiveness makes me wetter, so I moan even louder.

I can't wait to be inside of you. Feeling you with my cock; fucking you with my cock; making you come with my cock " He growls, quickening his pace and inserting another finger into me.

"Sebastian," I moan, shifting my hips to follow his fingers.

He growls with pleasure before turning around and fucking me with his fingers fast and hard.

My core clenches as I approach my climax, and after a pinch on my pussy, the euphoria hits me with a loud moan. I come on his hands.

I take deep breaths as he does the same.

He cleans his fingers while staring at me. My pussy gets wet once more.

My gaze is drawn to his jeans.

"I am ready," I say,

His eyes darken, but he remains motionless.

"You don't have to force yourself," he says quietly.

If only the thing wasn't poking out of his pants. I would have assumed I had no effect on him.

"I am not, believe me," I say, my eyes flashing with determination.

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