Page 143 of The Sun & Her Burn
I tried not to think of it as a bad omen.
Savannah called me three times and texted me a dozen more.
I only read the first one.
Savannah:The Dream & The Dreameris Oscar bait, Sebastian. Absolutely amazing. Call me back so we can talk production.
This morning,after the three of us fell back to sleep, I woke to Adam’s hand on my face. My cheek had been pressed to his chest, one arm and leg slung over his body while Linnea did the same on his other side. A small part of me wanted to document every one of these small in-between moments, because I knew how quickly things could change.
“Morning, Sebastian,” he murmured, rubbing a thumb along the roughness of stubble on my jaw.
“Buongiorno, Adamo,” I echoed in Italian. “What’s on your mind?”
“I’m going to marry Linnea,” he told me in a hushed murmur.
It was absurd to be shocked by the statement.
Of course, I knew this.
It was in their contract.
Linnea had even mentioned that they’d moved up the timeline so they would probably need to get married in the next few months.
Oscar Hampton was afiglio di puttana.
However, the idea of them getting married triggered a primal response in my brain even though I tried to rationalize it away.
Adam and Savannah had been married.
They had brought me in to save their marriage and look how that ended up.
Linnea and Adam were only contracted to be married for three years.
What happened to them when those were up?
What happened to me?
“Will you go with me to buy the ring?” Adam’s voice jarred me from my spiralling thoughts. “I want you to have a say in it.”
“Why?” I asked before I could curb the vulnerability of the question.
Adam’s gaze turned wary, and he examined my face for a moment before responding. “In public, I might walk alone with Linnea, but in private, we are three. I thought that was what you wanted?”
I blinked up at him, taking a moment to steady myself with the sight of his familiar, handsome face. The creases beside his eyes and mouth had deepened over the years, a smattering of silver threaded through the gold at his temples, but those green apple eyes and the firm, full mouth were the very same.
Had I ever stopped loving him?I wondered.
It didn’t feel like it.
“It is,” I confessed.
“Then you’ll go with me to pick out her ring,” he declared, smoothing his hand up into my hair to pull me closer for a kiss that started as a brush of lips and devolved quickly into something deeper.
Even in the morning, he tasted so fucking good.
“I picked out the Patek Phillipe for you all those years ago,” Adam told me, keeping me close so his verdant eyes were all I could see. “Savannah didn’t know what it was we were giving you. That was a mistake. I don’t want to make the same one now. This ring…I feel like it should be from both of us?”
“What are you saying?” I asked as my heart hammered so hard I thought I might be sick.
