His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 13

His Last Cup of Warm Milk Came With Divorce Papers Chapter 13

I tried to push him away.

He only held me tighter.

His mouth covered mine, swallowing my words before I could get them out.

“Don’t bother your parents, little one,” the nanny said quickly, steering Leo away.

Leo’s puzzled voice drifted back.

“What are they doing? Why is Mommy in Daddy’s room?”

“Just talking. You will understand when you are older.”

Back when we were only online, Sebastian and I had not exactly kept things innocent.

On those still, quiet nights, I would hear his breathing through the phone.

Strained. Barely controlled.

It was always layered with that husky voice of his.

“Baby, say something,” he would murmur.

I would go red to the tips of my ears.

But I would answer.

And that would send another shudder through him.

“Baby, I want to see you. So badly.”

When we finally met, he could not even hold my hand without blushing.

He had been holding back the whole time.

He was afraid of scaring me off, so he kept acting like a perfect gentleman.

“Can I?” he asked suddenly, his eyes still rimmed red.

“You don’t hate me anymore?”

“I don’t.”

[Sebastian, what are you waiting for?]

[DO IT ALREADY.]

in the bathroom, the air thinned until I could barely breathe.

My shirt slid up my skin.

His kisses left me boneless.

My fingers scraped against the wet tile, only to curl back from the heat.

Steam crept in from under the door, blurring everything into soft, hazy shapes.

I pressed my hand flat against the glass and left a damp print behind.

Fresh fog quickly swallowed it, as if it had never been there at all.

Only my heartbeat was clear.

It hammered against my ribs, tangling with his until I could no longer tell them apart.

My body slipped downward.

He caught me.

The water kept running.

The marks on the door faded, reappeared, and faded again.