Chapter 25

25 WILLIAM TWIN

ABBY

One thing I can say is that I like summer classes. Well, at least it helps me divert my attention from Sebastian and Mom’s death. I was so devastated leaving him alone while he was peacefully sleeping in his bed. It was harder to leave than I thought, but I had to.

I hate saying goodbye, and it’s breaking my heart every time I reminisce my night with him—making love, our dinner, our cuddling until I fell asleep in his arms. I wasn’t even visited by a nightmare that night.

When I saw a note slipped on the wiper of my car, I almost blackout. I couldn’t breathe, and I was startled when I heard someone call me from behind.

“Ms. King, good to see you this fine morning.” Lincoln White stood so intimidating with his body physique. He might have noticed me terrified.

“Are you okay, ma’am? Should I call your husband?”

“No. Please, don’t. He’s still sleeping when I leave. I don’t want to wake him up, and I left him a note.” I try to calm down, but the note is already crumpled in my hand.

“I can drive you home. I’m sure Mr. Hughes would be happy to know you get home safe.” Sebastian trusts him, but I can find my way home just right.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll be fine driving myself home.”

“Take care, ma’am. Have a good day.”

Thank god, I got home without any accident. My best friend knew that I slept with Sebastian, but he respected my privacy. He didn’t bother asking. He just smiled and said that he was happy for me.

When we get back to Boston, I found out we have two new neighbors, Mason and Logan. They both look nice and decent. We met a few times, said our pleasantries, and had dinner with them.

I zoned out a few times, and my best friend couldn’t keep to himself anymore.

“Abby, what is going on with you? You know I’m here, right? You can tell me everything.”

“I’m fine, Drew,” I say while playing my food with the fork.

“You don’t look fine, and it bothers me. Is it about Seb? Have you two talked?”

“Nothing to talk about, Drew. We’re over. He’s there, and I’m here.”

“And I was right after all. It’s about him. I think both of you should talk. It’s not healthy for you to keep like that. Your mind is somewhere where we left.”

“He didn’t text me or call me. Why would I talk to him?”

“Did you two talk about your situation and your living arrangement?”

“I told him that we’ll see how far it goes. I mean, if we still feel the same when we’re not together,” I explain, but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“Did you say something that offended him or made him mad? It’s not like him not even bother calling you. He likes you, Abby. What did you do?”

I can’t tell him that I don’t want to put him in danger, and that’s the reason why I have to stay away from him as possible. I want him to be safe. I know he has his security, but it will kill me if something terrible will happen to him because of me. This nightmare I had a few times has already bothered me so much.

I’m so scared. I love Sebastian. I can’t afford to put his life in danger just because I want to sleep with him or stay with him. I’m doing this for him.

“I just wrote a note before I left. He was sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake him up. I can’t stand myself leaving him and saying goodbye. I don’t wanna cry in front of him. I can’t leave him like that Drew. I...I love him,” I admit my feelings. I need someone like Drew who can understand what I’ve been going through.

“I’m in love with him. I don’t know how did it happen, but I truly love him.” I sniff, and he pulls me into a hug and kisses my head. That’s the time I burst into cry.

“You may have hurt his feelings by just leaving him without a proper goodbye. He’s your husband, Abby. That’s why he’s giving you a silent treatment. Trust me. He’ll come around.”

This summer is full of drama. The death of my mom, getting married, and me for the first time falling in love. I’m kinda torn between loving him and protecting him. The way to protect him is to stay away from him. Still, it hurts like I rip my heart apart. I cried every night to sleep. And it’s been five awful days since the last time I saw him.

Here I am, leaving my class and heading home. I can’t be so sure about my safety after I got a note. He might have followed me here. I walk my way out of campus towards my car. I open the door and put my bag and my books in the passenger seat.

Before I can take a seat to the driver's seat, I feel someone’s watching me. I’m paranoid for the past three years, and I can’t take any more chances not to take extra precautions, but something is different this time. I’m not frightened or scared or having goosebumps.

I feel my heart starts to flutter, and I feel a shiver down my spine. I bite my lip when I feel the same sensation when he’s near me. I squeeze my eyes shut. I’m going insane.

This is impossible.

I open my eyes and take a deep breath before I scan the parking area that maybe there is a miracle that he’s here.

A gasp slip my lips. My gaze lands on a man that made me cry all night, the man that I love with all my heart. He’s just standing there, leaning against the black SUV with his hands in his pocket. He’s probably watching me before I reach my car. He looks so beautiful just in his blue button-down shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and dark blue jeans. His hair is tucked behind his ear—a little messy that gives him a bad boy look.

I don’t even notice I’m smiling like I just received my Christmas present until my facial muscles hurt. Seb is also smiling, but he looks under stress. My feet got their mind on their own and I find myself already walking towards him.

Stupid heart.

Stupid brain.

“Sebastian?” I launch up to him, and he catches me midway. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his hair, and I can’t remember wrapping my legs around his waist until I feel like I’m lifted from the ground. God, I missed his smell.

“God, I missed you so much.” I don’t recognize my voice. My tears fall from my eyes, and I don’t know why I’m crying when I should be happy. I just did. I put my legs down and stand on my own feet.

Before I can look him in the eye, he cups the back of my head with his huge hands and kisses me senselessly, and I kiss him back. I put all my effort and all my longing for five days into it. I grab his shirt into my fists and kiss him hard as he does to me.

He groans, but before we can continue kissing and maybe dry humping in the parking lot, someone clears the throat. We break apart, and Sebastian groans again.

“Come on, you can eat each other’s face later. I’m starving.”

I bite my lip that’s now swollen from the kiss. I may be as red as a beetroot right now. I look at him, and I instantly remember him from the funeral. I pull him into a hug.

“Patrick, right? Good to see you again.” He stiffens, it’s so awkward that he doesn’t hug me back.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have hugged you. I’m just carried away to see familiar faces, I guess.” Then I notice his swollen nose, and it looks like someone just punched him. ”Oh, what happened to your nose?”

“Someone punched his nose for saying something rude.”

I hear a voice from a woman that catches my attention. She’s standing beside Sebastian— a gorgeous blonde, maybe two inches shorter than me with bright blue eyes, full lips, and a figure that can be in Victoria’s Secret angel.

An uncertain feeling makes my heart crush. I feel jealous of a woman for the first time. I realize when a sudden visit. Then I remember our arrangement. He came here to tell me that he found someone, not to see me or miss me. I bite my bottom lip when my chin starts to tremble, and my tears stream down my cheeks.

I shake my head in disappointment. “God, I’m such an idiot.”