“Is that on YouTube?” I asked, my cheeks heating in embarrassment.
Sean smiled at me so warmly, with such fond affection, that I thought my heart might explode. “It is. You never told me you had aspirations for a hip hop career.”
“Turn it off, please. I’m going to murder Orla. I was so drunk during that.”
“I’m quite enjoying it, actually,” said Sean as I stepped into the room and he returned his attention to the video. “Did you just sing the words ‘your booty don’t need explaining’? Oh my God, Lucy, I’m making this my ringtone.”
I swiped for the phone “Shut up. Maybe your bubble butt inspired my song choice. Ever think of that?”
“Well, we did suffer quite a few weeks apart. I suppose your daydreams of my rear were working their way into strange areas of your life.” He paused, watching the video in quiet for a moment before lowering his voice to a sexy rumble. “You’ve got some very intriguing dance moves. Perhaps you should give me a private show.”
“Oh sure, I’ll just go put your jersey on for it too, shall I?” I deadpanned, a whisper of panic making my spine stiffen.
His grin was wide. “That would be much appreciated, yes.”
I just shook my head at him, swallowing my anxiety. I knew he’d be all too happy to sit and watch while I pranced around in nothing but his team jersey. A moment of quiet ensued as I sat at the end of the large bed that took up a good portion of the room.
This was fun. I was having fun with Sean and our clothes were on, hence the panic.
The easy rapport we’d developed felt comfortable and therefore dangerous. This wasn’t friendly banter. This was conversing like two people in a relationship. Two people who liked and had committed to each other.
He seemed to circle me like a predator circles its prey, and prickles beaded my skin. I could feel his attention but was too afraid to look, so I stared at the carpet. If I looked at him I knew I’d forever forget every word of my speech and let him have his way with me.
Or rather, let us have our way with each other.
Staring directly ahead, I asked, “Could you sit?”
“Why?”
I finally looked up at him, my voice unsteady. “Because you’re making me nervous standing over me like that.”
His lips curved slightly. “I quite enjoy making you nervous.”
My gaze turned pleading. “Sean.”
He swallowed, nodded once, eyes growing intense as he walked to the armchair across from me and took a seat. “In your text you said you wanted to talk.”
I gripped the edge of the bed, my palms sweaty. “Yes, I just wanted to clear a few things up.”
“How very formal of you. I have to admit, Lucy, this isn’t exactly how I expected you to greet me after all these weeks apart.” He sounded put out.
Unconsciously, I toyed with the pendant around my neck—Sean’s pendant. His eyes went to the movement and they seemed to heat when he saw what I was wearing. “You’re wearing the necklace.”
“I love it,” I said without thinking.
“I can buy you another.”
“That’s not necessary.”
“I rather like seeing you in diamonds. You should have more of them.”
I choked, my eyes bulging. “Diamonds?”
“Yes. Diamonds.”
I glanced at the pendant, seeing it anew. Diamonds. What I’d assumed was a beautiful silver and crystal necklace was in fact something altogether different.
Staring at it, I realized its value changed its meaning. It felt heavier around my neck and in my fingers. Yet I didn’t love it more because it was expensive. I loved it just the same.
I let it drop to my chest over my clothes, gripping the bed again. “You shouldn’t have bought it for me.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s too expensive.”
He shrugged, picking a piece of lint from his pants. “I actually enjoy buying things for the women in my life, taking an interest in their attire and purchases. Just ask my cousin Eilish, she’ll attest to it.”
Now I frowned. “You take your cousin shopping for clothes?”
“Not like that. Eilish is just nineteen. She’s like a younger sister to me.”
“Oh.”
“You might actually get to meet her tomorrow. I’m bringing her as my date to the wedding.”
This piece of information surprised me. In fact, it warmed my heart to think of Sean taking a little sister-type as his date.
It also relieved me. I wasn’t sure I could stand him showing up with some vajazzled, fame-obsessed parasite that cared nothing about Sean other than his celebrity status.
“That’s very sweet of you,” I said, my voice a little unsure.
“I can be incredibly sweet.”
I looked at the plush carpeted floor. “Can you?”
“You know I can, when I want to be.” A moment passed and Sean sighed. “What did you want to discuss, Lucy?”
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop saying my name in that voice.”
“It’s the only voice I have.”
“You know what I mean. The sexy voice. Stop it.”