Sebastian's POVIt’s funny, really, how much a few words can change everything.I keep thinking about the last time Selina and I were together, that night I confessed to her, how I felt, how much she mattered. It’s been lingering in my mind ever since. I could still hear her voice in my head, soft but unsure, as she processed everything. She wasn’t ready for it, I could tell, but somehow, I wasn’t scared. Not like I used to be when it came to emotions. The truth is, being around her felt different. There was something about her, her kindness, her strength, the way she made everything seems so real that made me want to take the risk.I don’t know what I expected after that night, but certainly not this. This easy bond between us, this quiet understanding that’s formed without either of us needing to try too hard. I catch myself smiling at little things now. Like the way she looks at me when she’s lost in thought, or how she scrunches her nose when she’s trying not to laugh at something
Selina's POVI never imagined I’d find myself on a camping trip. Honestly, when Sebastian had first mentioned it, I thought it was one of his quirky ideas. I pictured a secluded forest with damp, uncomfortable tents, the sound of crickets in the air, and mosquitoes buzzing in my ear. But here we are, in a cozy little camping spot, the evening sky already deepening into a starry night as the last silver of sunset fades behind the trees.Celine is already setting up the campfire, her laughter filling the air. She has brought marshmallows and hot dogs, which, of course, are her idea of gourmet camping food. She pulls them out of her cooler, practically beaming with excitement as she hands them over.I can’t help but laugh. There’s something about her joy that makes these simple foods feel like the best thing ever.“Hey, you two! Help me with the firewood!” Celine calls out, waving a stick in her hand like she’s wielding a sword. “Or I’ll burn everything down myself!”“Don’t tempt me,” I
I wake up to the sound of leaves rustling outside the tent, the morning light filtering through the trees. I blink a few times, still half asleep, and then I realize I’m not alone.Sebastian is lying next to me, his arm draped casually over my waist. His dark hair is messy, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths as he sleeps beside me. The warmth of his body against mine makes everything feel so peaceful. I allow myself to just stay there, not moving, enjoying the feeling of being close to him.His face, still relaxed in sleep, holds an expression of quiet contentment that I haven’t seen before. He looks softer, more vulnerable, and it makes my heart skip a beat in a way I wasn’t expecting.I gently shift, careful not to wake him, and try to pull the blanket up a little more around me. But as I move, my action must disturb him because he stirs, blinking his eyes open slowly. His eyes meets mine immediately. He doesn’t say anything, just studying me like he’s trying to memorize
The scent of garlic and herbs hits me first, teasing my senses and dragging me out of the warm haze of sleep. My stomach rumbles in response, and I can’t help but smile. It’s the kind of hunger that only the smell of comfort food can provoke. Like my body knew it was time to wake up and eat. It takes a moment to remember where I am. My house. And now, I’m lying here like a potato, tangled in the blanket.I pull myself up, fixing my hair from my face as I stand and walk toward the kitchen. Celine is singing along to some random playlist, stirring something on the stove with way more focus than someone cooking for just two people should have.“You know, you’re starting to get pretty good at this,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, grinning. “I didn’t realize you had a hidden talent for cooking.”She turns, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” She flips the spatula in the air dramatically and catches it. “You’re lucky I’m here. You’d starve
My legs burn, my breath comes in sharp gasps, and I’m pretty sure my face is redder than a ripe tomato. But I don’t stop running. I can’t. Not when Victor is still behind me—or at least, he was. I didn’t stick around to check.“Selina! Wait!” Celine’s voice echoes from somewhere behind me, but I don’t dare stop. My feet pound against the pavement as if my life depends on it.Why am I even running? This is Victor, not some axe murderer. Yet, the thought of facing him, of hearing whatever he has to say about us, or anything else sends a cold wave of panic through me. A sense of anxiety washes over me as I push myself forward, weaving through the sparse crowd. I’m not ready for whatever conversation he thinks we need to have. Not now. Not ever.When I finally glance back, I realize Victor isn’t chasing me anymore. Relief floods through me like a cool breeze on a scorching day. But then I see Celine, panting as she tries to catch up. I slow my pace, guilt gnawing at me for making her run
This place. His cabin. Feels like both the start of something new and the echo of a hundred cherished memories. It’s not like I’ve been here a hundred times, but last time I was here, things were simpler. Just me, Sebastian, and a dinner he cooked for me that I’ll admit, I still think about. He’s a surprisingly good cook. For a guy who could have anyone make him dinner, he actually knows his way around a kitchen. Who knew?I try not to overthink it, but every time I step foot in here, I can’t help but feel like I’ve crossed some invisible line. Like this place is where everything between us began to change. Last time we shared a meal together, it wasn’t just about the food. There was this undercurrent. A tension in the air that wasn’t there before.So here I am again, back in his kitchen. The air smells of something savory. Beef stew, maybe? The deliciously comforting smell clings to the warmth of the cabin. I glance over at Sebastian, who’s stirring the pot. He looks so at ease. So i
Sebastian's POVThe kiss lingers my mind long after she pulls away, the taste of her lips still burning against mine. It’s a kiss I should’ve stopped, should’ve controlled, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. She makes me lose control in ways I don’t understand, in ways I didn’t think I was capable of.Her breath is shallow, ragged, as she pulls back, her eyes glazed over, her body swaying just slightly. Maybe I should tell her we shouldn’t do this, that I shouldn’t take advantage of this moment, but it’s like we both want this. There’s no denying it. Instead, I find myself staring at her like I’ve just seen her for the first time. She’s both familiar and new. The way she moves, the way she looks at me. It’s all changing, everything’s changing between us, and I don’t know how to stop it.“You’re drunk,” I murmur, but the words feel hollow coming out of my mouth. The reality is, I’m drunk too. Not on alcohol, but on her. On this, whatever this is between us.She laughs softly, but there’s a trem
Selina's POVI blink my eyes open, and for a second, everything feels like a weird, hazy dream. Then, I realize that my head is spinning, my body feels heavy, and there’s something warm beside me.I shift, and that’s when I catch the distinct, familiar scent of Sebastian, as he sleeps peacefully.Oh, no.The memories of last night flood back in a rush—loud, vivid, and all too real. The wine. The heat between us. His lips on mine, his hands, his body pressed against mine. We didn’t just kiss. We… did it.I close my eyes tightly, willing myself to go back to sleep and pretend it never happened. But the burning embarrassment creeping up my neck tells me that’s not happening.Did I… really do that? With Sebastian?My cheeks are on fire just thinking about it. But there’s no denying it. I remember it all. Every touch. Every heated moment.And yet, somehow, I don’t feel regret. Just embarrassment, pure and simple.I shift in the bed, trying to hide my face under the covers, but it’s no use.
I sit at the kitchen table. The bottle of prenatal vitamins sits in front of me. The little white pills seem so innocent, but my eyes can’t help but trace their outline, over and over again. I don’t know why, but I can’t bring myself to open the bottle. It’s like doing so would make it real, and I’m not ready for that.I glance at the card beside it, the one the doctor gave me. Follow-up appointment. The time, the date—everything is laid out for me in neat, orderly numbers, but inside, nothing feels neat or orderly. I want to run away from it, as though I can somehow escape this. But I know I can’t.This is real. And I don’t know what to do.What happens now? What am I supposed to do?The feeling of panic rises like a wave, threatening to drown me. I squeeze my eyes shut for a second, trying to find a shred of calm. I’ve faced hard things before. This can’t be worse than any of them.But it is. It is worse. Because this is my future. This is something I can’t change, no matter how muc
I feel the world blur around me, like I’m not entirely here. The bakery is unusually quiet for this time of day, and it’s unsettling. My hands tremble as I stack the last few pastries in the display case. The air feels suffocating, like something is about to snap.The door jingles, and I look up to see Celine walking in, her long coat trailing behind her. She’s practically glowing with energy, holding up a stack of glossy cards.“Hey, Selina! I brought the invitations for the Winter Wonderland showcase,” she chirps, her smile as bright as ever.I force a weak smile and nod. “Thanks, Celine. Just put them on the counter.” My voice sounds distant, even to myself.She pauses, narrowing her eyes at me. “Okay, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”“I’m fine,” I mumble, trying to wave her off. But the moment the words leave my mouth, my head spins. I grip the counter’s edge, feeling the world tilt slightly.Celine’s not buying it. She walks right up to me. “Selina, you’re not fine. You’re pale, and—
I can’t stop thinking about it. The dream. The way it felt like Sebastian was right there with me, like I could still feel his hands on my skin, his lips against mine. I try to shake it off as I walk around the bakery, arranging pastries and wiping down the counter, but every movement feels wrong. Like I’m still wrapped in that dream, like it’s not over yet.I breathe out slowly, focusing on the familiar sounds—the hum of the oven, the soft clink of the cash register, the chatter of customers. But there’s no escaping it. Every time I pass a mirror, I see my flushed cheeks. Every time I touch something, it’s like his hands are still there.My fingers tremble a little as I put a tray of croissants into the display case. Damn it, I can’t even focus.“Morning, Selina!”I turn to see Mrs. Blake, one of my regulars, smiling at me as she walks in. She’s always cheerful, always asking about the bakery and how things are going.“Good morning, Mrs. Blake,” I say. “The usual?”“You know it! And
I’m finally in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Dinner with Sebastian was… fine, I guess. Well, not really. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was awkward, and honestly, it kind of pissed me off. I kept waiting for him to say something, like really say something, but of course, he didn’t. Just that broody, unreadable face of his, like he’s a got a thousand things going on in his head but won’t let me in on even one of them. Typical.But I know better than to trust those feelings. It’s too soon to forgive him. Way too soon.And now here I am, trying to wind down, but my brain has other plans. It’s like the second I got into bed, all thoughts I’d been avoiding decided to gang up on me.Of course, the main culprit is him.I mean, the way he looked at me tonight… I don’t know. It was intense. Like he was searching for something in me, but I don’t know that. And honestly, I don’t think I want to know. Because every time I let my guard down around him, I get hurt.But then m
“Thanks for walking me home,” I mumble, feeling weirdly awkward.He glances at me, probably surprised that I’ve said anything at all. “No problem. I wasn’t going to leave you out here in the rain.”I don’t say anything to that. Of course, he wasn’t. It’s just who he is, right? The knight in shining armor who always swoops in to save the day. But sometimes I wonder if it’s all some act for him, something he does to make himself feel better. Like helping me is more about proving something to himself than actually caring.The rain’s coming down harder as we get to my house. I can feel him about to say something, but I don’t wait for it. I just turn and start heading to the door, my hands slippery from the rain as I dig through my bag for my keys. The cold rain’s soaking me, but at least it makes it easier to ignore how tense things are between us. Behind me, I hear him follow.“Selina, wait.” I turn around. He’s standing a few steps away. “Let me at least walk you to the door.”I sigh, t
Selina's POV“I know you’re still angry at me. But please, don’t do anything you’ll regret just because you’re angry. And… I miss you.”Miss me? He’s the reason I’m in this mess. He’s the reason my mother’s gone. And he misses me? What am I supposed to do with that?I want to delete the text, but I stop myself. Instead, I shove the phone back into my pocket and keep walking.The bakery feels empty when I get there. I don’t bother turning on the lights. The sunlight streaming through the windows is enough. I sit behind the counter, staring at the same spot on the floor where my mom used to stand, kneading dough with her usual determined expression.I’m not sure how long I sit there, when Celine suddenly arrived.“You look like hell,” she says, her heels clicking against the tile as she walks in. She heads to the counter and grabs two cups. “I’ll make us some coffee,” she says casually, already getting the machine going. “You need it.”I take the cup, wrapping my hands around it. She si
Sebastian's POVI can’t stop staring at her as she walks away.We were at her mother’s grave when I told her everything. I thought it made sense—the right place, the right time. I explained how it all happened, why I kept it from her for so long. But she left me standing there. Her words hit me like a slap: I don’t know if I can forgive you.I wanted to give her space. I really tried. But I couldn’t. The thought of her out there, hurting, alone? Yeah, no. That wasn’t happening. So, like the idiot I am, I followed her.She didn’t notice. She had too much on her mind, and honestly, I don’t blame her. She went straight to a bar. A freaking bar.I parked a few blocks away, debating whether I should leave or… I don’t know, go in and drag her out. But I stayed put. I mean, I get it. I knew she needed space, time to think, to process everything. And I wanted to respect that. She needed to clear her head. But the thought of her in there, surrounded by strangers, maybe drowning in everything I
The lake is just as I remember it—calm and quiet. This was our spot back then, where we’d come to talk about everything or nothing at all. It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Funny how it still feels the same, even when everything else has changed.I see Victor before he sees me. He’s sitting on the bench, leaning forward with his hands clasped. For a moment, I almost feel sorry for him. Then I remember, he left me.“Selina,” he says, standing up as I approach.“Victor.” I stop few feet away, crossing my arms. “You’re early.”He shrugs. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting.” He motion toward the bench. “Can we sit?”I nod. He sits at the other end, leaving a careful gap between us.“So,” I finally say, breaking the silence. “Enlighten me.”He sighs. “I was… overwhelmed, Selina. Your mom had just passed, and you were going through so much. I didn’t know how to help you. And then, watching you pour everything into the bakery… seeing how strong you were…”I cut him off. “Strong? I wa
Selina's POVMy body feels heavy and my head aches. My mouth tastes like I’ve been licking old coins. I blink a few times, trying to clear my head.I squint around the room, then my eyes land on the bedside table. There’s a note folded up neatly. It’s Victor’s handwriting. I don’t remember when he left it there, but it’s the last thing I expected to see today. I grab it, already feeling a little bit of panic setting in.I stare at the note for a minute. That’s it? No big explanation, no apology with some sort of feeling behind it, just… this? I mean, I knew things were off, but I wasn’t expecting this. Not like this.What happened last night? How did I end up back in my bed? Did Victor put me here? I can’t remember. My brain is a complete mess, and now I’m left with this stupid note. I left food in the fridge. Great. He thinks I’m just going to heat up some food and pretend everything’s fine?I drop the note back on the table and grab my phone. There’s a text from Sebastian.Good morn