Page 27 of Tempting Sebastian

“Should we grab some lunch?” He asked.

“That sounds great!” I faced forward and Sebastian took off.

It was one of the most amazing Saturday’s I’d had in a long time. When Sebastian pulled up to my apartment, I asked him if he wanted to come inside. He looked way too excited and said yes. He carried everything in and when we got to my door, I said, “Don’t judge it, please. It’s nothing grand, but it’s mine.”

“Jackson, I swear, I’m not judging you or your apartment.”

When we got inside, he set everything down on the counter. He took it upon himself to look around as I watchedhim go from the kitchen to the living room, to the bathroom, to my bedroom and back out to the kitchen where I was. “These huge windows are beautiful,” he said.

“Yeah, they remind me of the room I stayed in at your place. I really love all the natural light that comes in here.” I started putting groceries away while Sebastian grabbed my new side table and started putting it together.

Turns out my air mattress plug was not in properly, so Sebastian fixed it, then made the bed and put the new throw blanket on it along with the pillows we bought. It was set up in the living room. “This is a comfortable bed, Jackson.” He took it upon himself to lie on it.

I went over to the bed and sat down and said, “yeah, it’s not bad. It serves as my bed/couch. Can’t beat it.” I laid back, Sebastian was lying next to me. It was familiar but also nerve wrecking. The last time we laid in bed together, well, we know what happened and then everything went to shit after that.

Sebastian yawned, making me yawn. He finally said, “Wow. Today took it out of me. I guess I better head home. Had a lot of fun today, Jackson. Missed you last night.”

He missed me. Finally, a little honesty from him. “I missed you too, Sebastian.”

He reached over and grabbed my hand. It sent chills down my body. My arms instantly pebbled with goosebumps and my scalp tingled. It was the most intentional affection I’d received from him. I turned my head and looked at him, holding my breath. He rolled over to face me and said, “Breathe, Jackson.” I exhaled, slowly. “I want to kiss you. Do you know that?”

“I…I’ve never kissed anyone…” Shit. Admitting that made me sick to my stomach.

“What?” He leaned up on his arm.

Repeating myself nervously, I said, “I’ve never… this is stupid and embarrassing. I’ve never kissed anyone. I’ve neverbeen kissed. I’ve never dated. I haven’t done anything with anyone. That night in the hotel was the most I’ve ever done.”

Sebastian got off the bed and came around to my side. I sat up and turned to the side of the bed, my legs hanging off. Sebastian was going to run again; I just knew it. At least that’s what I thought, but he didn’t run. Instead, he sat down next to me. He reached up and grabbed my face, “Show me your face.” Turning toward him, he leaned his head against mine and whispered, “Jackson, you’re a sunflower.”

“What?” I asked.

He rubbed his thumb over my chin and said, “You’re a sunflower, always finding the light despite everything you’ve been through. Making me see the light too. My sunflower. Can I kiss you?”

“I…I don’t know if I’m any good.”

“You’re perfect,” he said. He leaned in, capturing my mouth with his, slowly, and then my lips parted, and his gentle slow kiss turned into one that felt more needy. I moved my lips how I thought I was supposed to and let his tongue dip inside my mouth and find mine. My tongue was sliding everywhere it could to make contact. His tongue felt strong like the rest of him. He brought his other hand up to my face while I gripped his forearms because I felt like I was going to pass out. My blood felt like it was on fire. There was a thumping in my ears, and my dick was so hard.

Finally, I pulled back. “Okay…okay…”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Jackson.” He kept apologizing.

“No, no it’s not that. I just need to breathe for a minute.Thatwas incredible, better than I ever imagined it to be.” I smiled at him, glancing at him but then looking away. My cheeks were hot, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

He was smiling too. “Citrus.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, I asked, “Citrus?”

He licked his lips. “You smell and taste like Citrus. I don’t get it.”

“That’s a good thing, I hope.” I said with a small laugh.

“It’s a great thing. Fuck, Jackson. I’ve wanted to do that since that night in the hotel. You have no idea and I’m sorry I never said anything. All I’ve wanted to do is apologize to you over and over and come to you and tell you how I felt. But it never seemed like the right time…or maybe I just got scared. And then you left, and I realized I royally fucked it all up.”

I didn’t know what to say or how to respond because I felt the same. He reached his hand over to me and placed it on the back of my neck, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth at the nape. It was making my cock throb again. His touch was everything I had wanted since the hotel.

“What do we do now?” I asked him a loaded question.

He sighed and said, “We try and date…each other I mean. Not other people.” We laughed. “Let’s take it slow, but Jackson, I don’t want anyone else. I haven’t felt like this in years. I want to give you your space and independence. I respect that but just know, I’m not going anywhere.”

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