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But what’s the point of escapism if the end is sad anyway?”
“If that is what she thinks,” he began slowly, “then I’ve failed her as a husband, and I’ll spend every day attempting to make up for it.”
“I’ve never . . . you know, come for anyone else.” Sebastian blinked, and then he turned red. “That’s a shame. You’re beautiful when you do it.”
“And what if I told you that being happy is what I want for you?” I took a shaky breath. No one wanted me to be happy.
“Lily, you haunt my dreams,” he said. “When I close my eyes at night, I see you, dressed in whatever the fuck you want to be in, whatever weight you are at. Any time I see any curve of you, any amount of skin, I want to touch it, with my hands, with my tongue. I don’t care what. I want you.”
“Did you want that salad?” he asked. “What do you think?” I muttered. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “It’s fine,” I said. He leaned in. “They have pie. I’ll get you a slice and we can meet by the bathrooms.” “That might be the hottest thing you’ve ever said.”
